Stretching her arms Marty was glad that they were dismissed, eager to get back to work and out of the uncomfortable clothes. Looking around she could see that several others where relived that they had been dismissed as well, tugging at the short skirt as she was happy to be able and get back into her work clothes.<br/>"Martha don't forget we have a dinner with Admiral Kol tonight so make sure your on time or else" waving off her bosses unsaid threat she frowned at him "how many times do I have to tell you call me Marty, and don't worry I'll be there."<br/><br/>Groaning at realising that she would have to wear her uniform again she smacked her palm against her forehead, "why couldn't we get pants..." her father's dog tag dangling on her wrist from the sudden motion.