<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br/>Wade stood with her group of familiar faces, yawning and stretching a little as she shook off the remains of sleep. It always took her a moment to get started in the morning. Working out would help her brain get going again, at least. The redhead lifted up on her tiptoes and pulled her arms over her head, back arching, breasts pressing outward. Next, she showed off that spectacular ass by bending over and doing a few toe touches. She straightened up and eyed Miranda, giving her a little playful swat on the butt, "Hey, what's the matter? You look like crap, girl. Cheer up! It's a nice mornin' and yer amongst friends and loved ones and a drill instructor that might shoot you." She grinned playfully. "Just do yer best, eh? We'll catch ya if you fall."