The lieutenant wasn't alone in the barracks, he was just the only one that had any interest in speaking. Through a divider that separated the male living areas from the female ones, a lone woman flicked through the pages of a combat magazine without daring to make a sound. Everything she did seemed to be deathly silent, as though she was nothing more then a ghost, a figment of imagination sitting on her bed. Like the lieutenant, she had received the manual instructing her in how she would be piloting the "Gundam ground type" as the higher ups called it. She had to admit, Gundam sounded like a very strong name, one that she could respect. She had already completely looked over the entirety of her field manual, and she had a feeling that she knew as much as she could about her Gundam without actually being in the cockpit herself.<br/><br/>She looked out of her window towards the area of the base were the mobile suits were held, her own Gundam Ground type, outfitted with a one of a kind sniper rifle specifically made for both Isabel's specialties, as well as the specs of the Gundam Ground type. "... My unit... Gundam..." The voice would be barely above a whisper, before she returned her attention to the magazine, a more trivial time killer then any real source of interest for her. She wanted to go out to the paddocks herself, see her unit up close, prepare herself for the battles that were to come.<br/><br/>For now though, all the raven haired soldier could do was wait.