Acar stared hard at Catrina. She had been under his command a long time and her Record was impeccable. She also held a lot of respect among Junior pilots. While Acar didn't particularly approve of her combat style. Letting Fleeing Enemy Suits flee. She had always accomplished her missions. He snorted a bit as he leaned back. Turning his gaze towards Jillian. A recent addition to his command who was a part of the Fast response Unit that answered Catrina's Call. "Is what She says true?" He hissed.<br/><br/>But before Jillian could answer, there came a curt knock on the Door. "WHAT!?" He shouted. A meek voice squeaked from behind the Door. "S-Sir,<em>They</em>are here." Acar pinched the bridge of his noses. His Frustration building. "Ok, you two, Get out of here. Now, I got to play Nurse Maid and Babysitter." He hissed as he walked back to his desk. "Send them in!" As the two Pilots exited, two more people entered. A Older woman and a young Girl. She couldn't have been older than Ten. "Greetings, Colonial Acar. We Thank you for your Hospitality. I am Emelia Grooms, Governess for the the Washburn Family. Say Hello Miss Lucille." The Young girl took a step forward and Curtsied. "Hello, I am Lucille Washburn." Her golden curls bounced perfectly as she went through the motions. Lucille Washburn was the Only child of Field Marshal George Washburn. A very high ranking officer and Friend of the Zabi Family. "Welcome to North Africa. Please Make yourself at Home while your here." Acar said. Fully of False hospitality.