Isabel was a bit uneasy when her commander suddenly came out of nowhere and requested a dance with her. She wasn't entirely sure that she even knew what a dance<em>was</em>, let alone how to actually take part in one. In the end, she ended up hesitating for long enough that William was able to notice their comrade backing out of the door and leaving, which seemed to put him out of the dancing mood. As the evening went on though, Isabel did feel herself slowly getting more comfortable with the setting and crowd that she was in. Even the two girls from before that she ended up recognizing as the zeon pilots from before seemed to hang around and simply want to relax for the evening once they got done with their dance. It was hard to tell what was going through their heads, truth be told, but Isabel didn't mind just this once. As the group was making it's way back to base, Isabel did indeed notice the empty seat, and it made her wonder just what was going through his mind. This guy had demonstrated military immaturity on quite a few different instances, the first being when he snapped at his superior officer for no reason just because he threw himself in a dangerous situation. In her cold, isolated way of thinking, Isabel couldn't help but wonder if the group would be better off without him and his childishness.<br/><br/>There was a lot about humanity that she still had to learn, apparently.<br/><br/>Once they were back at the base and settled in, Isabel was naturally surprised to discover that she had been promoted from that last battle, despite the fact that she self-destructed her Gundam and likely would have died were it not for her allies. Just like before she typically lived between the firing range, where she started to branch out into showing her skills with automatic weapons and heavier weapons, and her barracks where she would relax and try her best to get a little bit of sleep, though sleep was still something that didn't come easy to her. Still, judging from the daunting array of weaponry that she had demonstrated skill with over the course of recent days in the firing range, maybe she was better for more then just being a dedicated sniper.<br/><br/>................................................<br/><br/>Jillian, despite running into the feddies that had captured her before, left no-town feeling giddy that night. The evening out with Catrina had gone incredibly well, the dance bringing out feelings in the redhead that she had tried to smother and keep under wraps for a long time. As she laid down to bed, she wondered if she, perhaps, couldn't make something a little bit more happen between her and her most trusted and beloved comrade... Catrina most certainly didn't seem<em>opposed</em>to the subtle and small advances that Jillian put forward, so there was some hope. For the first time in years, Jillian wore a bright grin as she settled down into her bunk and got some shut-eye, and she found herself genuinely looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.<br/><br/>.........................................<br/><br/>Late in the evening the next day, a knock would resonate across Acar's office, he had a visitor, apparently.