<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br/>During the lineup and subsequent march she found herself next to Kaija, the two ladies of similar height. Wade couldn't help but admire the gorgeous woman's curves and thanked God for the revealing uniform they were wearing. It gave her more to ogle on the pretty ladies around her. She was thankful when the march was over, though, because she had about as much rhythm as a car crash. She hung close to Kaija when they stepped into the cafeteria, Wade hooking an arm around the tall gal's waist and pulling her in close, "C'mere you. I need someone as cool as me to sit with." The redhead grinned and winked, slid her hand down and pinched the buxom woman's backside, then grabbed a tray, signed her name and stepped into line.<br/><br/>Wade scrunched up her nose at the sight of some... kind of.. mash hitting her plate. She poked at it with a fork and raised both brows at the server, whom simply shrugged at her and bade her to move on. She slid down the line, thankful at getting something looking like bread and vegetables; those, at least, she could eat. "Lookit this food. I'm pretty sure makin' us eat it is a war crime. It looks like sewer runoff and smells like the back end of a wet moose in spring."  She sighed.<br/><br/>Flagging down Kaija, she walked with the other woman to an empty table and had a seat. The redhead prodded her mash with her fork for a moment and looked across at the buxom gal, "Trade you my pile of mush for yer biscuit."