Hearing the bellow of the tiny Sergeant Major, Scott snatched the beret from under his arm and crammed the blue hat atop his shaven head. For some reason he just couldn’t explain, there was a spike of fear running through the core of his being, every time he heard the sound of her voice. He relaxed, just slightly, as Nguyen instructed them to form lines by height. He had guessed correctly, standing out in the front, even if he wanted to be far away from the Vietnamese woman, as he possibly could, at least until he figured out just how she had been able to smack the beret off the top of his head.<br/><br/>When the march started, the sailor had a hard time getting into step, even with the Sergeant Major calling out a rhythm. He was more used to moving with the random swells of the sea, then regimented steps in formation. He walked with a rolling gait, still feeling the illusions of self-motion, often stepping wide and leaning a little to the side. Which is why he hated being out in front, it was much easier for the Sergeant Major to spot when he was falling out of step. A passing thought pondered if the cross on his chest was good enough to keep the eastern demon in charge of them at bay.<br/><br/>He was grateful when the platoon was called to halt in front of a strangely shaped building. Any longer and he thought he’d take a full blast of death glare from Nguyen’s eyes. With the rest, he shouted three "Ma'am yes ma'am"s, before she allowed the lot of the new recruits get something to eat. Being in front, he was one of the first to sign in and collect a tray from the stack, before stepping into the line. The food inside however, resembled something he had once seen a greenhand spew across the deck, during a bout of heavy weather. Going down the line, he collected a scoop of brown slop, green goo, something that looked like creamed corn and a biscuit. He added three glasses of water and a blue energy drink to his tray, in the hopes it could wash down the...food. He was about to go find a place to sit down, when he noticed the case of desserts and thanked God for it. He normally would have taken pudding but given the state of the meal, chose a piece of chocolate cake instead. Sitting down at a table, he stared at the food and pondered if it was worth eating. Spoon in hand, he was hesitating over the green goo, when he was joined by Amy.<br/><br/>“I know” said Scott, with a half laugh, “Can’t wait to dig in.”<br/><br/>Smiling slightly, he took a scoop of the green stuff and was raising it the spoon to his mouth, when he noticed the instructor looming over Amy. Trying to catch her attention without speaking, he started glancing at her face and then behind her, his miscolored eyes dancing but it wasn’t enough, as she didn’t catch on before the drill instructor spoke.