Jal had taken a few hours to just lie on the unused cot, staring at the ceiling, then mentally shrugged, figuring that anything was better than the alternative. Getting up, she smoothed down her hair, which was naturally unruly, and tied it back into a loose ponytail, before leaving the small room, and walked through the entire base again, her combat-issue jumpsuit still, in her mind, uncomfortably form-fitting.<br/><br/>After a fair amount of time, she headed down to the hangar bay, and started to look through the mostly-scrapped enemy 'mechs that had attacked the base. Tagging useable parts for stripping from the hulks took some time, and occupied mind and body, so she didn't bother to react if anyone decided to try to sneak up, either.