Yelena took the hint.  She certainly didn't feel like a Junior Lieutenant, but she wanted to get on the good side of the women she was going to be serving with, so she decided to try to pull rank.  Yelena straightened her back, and tried to be as imposing as she could.<br/><br/>"Sergeant, see here.  I am a junior lieutenant, and we are to be pilots in the 588th.  Surely that outranks you?  We simply want the items that are going to be requisitioned to us.  I do not see why such a thing would be so unattainable."  Her voice quivers just a bit.  She has no idea what she is doing here, but is trying her best.<br/><br/>((Yelena is rolling to ACT UP.  She is acting like a natural-born Soviet airwoman, so she rolls +medals.  She rolled a 9 and has +0 medals.  She gets to choose one of the options.  She chooses to make someone do what she wants, which is give her the items. ))<br/><br/>Masha scowls.  She realizes full well what the woman is doing and she leans forward and stares her straight in the face and says in slow, deliberate terms.  "Fuck. You."  She bends her head to the side to make it clear just how pissed off she was at the young officer, "Lieutenant" she adds poisonously.<br/><br/>Masha reaches down, unties her own boots, revealing dirty, hole filled socks.  Unabashadly, she slams the boots on the crate.  She unbuttons her uniform, revealing brown undershirt underneath.  She slams her jacket right next to the boots.  She is scandalously out of uniform, but right now, her rage seems to have surpassed her sense.  She takes her discard clothing, puts it ontop of the uniforms she has, and shoves them all towards us.  "You better go see Senior Lieutenant Petrova. Ask for her in the 588th’s barracks—just keep walking that way until you see the shitty place no decent woman in her right mind would call home."<br/><br/>Yalena picks up the stack of clothing, in shock about what just happens, and quickly begins walking in the direction that Masha indicated.