Jal walked aimlessly, technically touring the entire upper level of the base, though she had paused to look through the windows for a while, watching the snow drifting slowly across the base's tarmac while the automatic turrets swiveled menacingly, their IFF systems interrogating as much as the heat-darkened bores of the cannons intimidated.<br/><br/>However, the diversion, while pleasant enough, ended when she had turned away to continue familiarizing herself with the place, including her eventually finding a room that was unused, if somewhat dusty. Closing the door behind her, she activated the lights in the room, and sat down on the plastic-covered mattress, a puff of dust billowing upwards due to the displacement effect.<br/><br/>The room was austere, having only a wall terminal, some recessed lights, the bed she was sitting on, and a small footlocker that was open, though full, due to someone storing a full bed 'linen' set, wrapped in sealant polymer, in the locker for storage. After some thought, She slipped the deadbolt on the door, peeled off the polymer sealants from the bed and the various linens, and made up a mil-spec bed in minutes, which she immediately messed up by laying down on it, and closing her eyes, the lights automatically dimming as the wall panel came to life for a moment, registering her location in the base in case something happened.