Uako was glad the meeting was short.  They were tedious things, hardly useful except as an exchange of strategy.  And for some reason, no matter when she appeared at one, there were always two captains that tried to get into it.  At least this one was brief, even if it was only on account of no one knowing anything.  Uako held her tongue regarding just how disgusted she was with the way it had been handled, and was honestly relieved when she was dismissed.<br/><br/>When it was done, Uako returned to her squad and talked with them.  Glorious people that they were, she had a good laugh with them on subject of not being able to decide if they were more disappointed or relieved that nothing had happened!<br/><br/>Uako turned in shortly after that, giving orders to keep a relaxed alert going.  She was up at 03:00 again, moving to her laboratory which was located.. well, somewhere in the Seireitei.  She spent an hour working with various things there, after which she felt like she needed a well deserved breather.  There had only been a few explosions.  At least the walls dampened sound so that no one noticed, although the same couldn't be said of her hair.<br/><br/>Dead Hour was once again spent on patrol, only this time she was serious about it.  Uako fancied herself a strategist, and that meant predicting whatever the enemy would do.  Attacking during the Dead Hour was, if she were a threatening force, the very best time to stage anything.  So, rather than relaxing, Uako kept on the prowl.  She whispered an apology to her associates, knowing that this would make her very difficult to deal with later in the day, but there was no help for it.<br/><br/>Nothing happened.  It continued to happen all the way past sunrise, up until when she watched the Commander step out from her barracks looking for Corin at precisely 07:00.  Uako watched from the SouKyouku Hill once again, the light reflecting off her glasses, ready to move toward any disturbance immediately.  She was deeply in her one track minded state, and was liable to remain there until the chance of there being a threat was made improbable.  And then she'd find something else to obsess about.  She gripped her hair, bent her head, whispered to herself about how messed up she truly was, and then began listening for something to explode.