Isabel spent the following days unsure of what to do with her time, since she no longer had a Gundam with which to practice with. As such, she spent a bit more time out of the barracks then she had in the past, and she turned a few heads for more then just her looks as a result. She was often down at the firing ranges with her downtime, demonstrating the fact that she seemed to have a dead eye with more then just a sniper rifle, as she absolutely disgraced the all time high score as far as accuracy per rounds fired in a second that the unit had put up while she wasn't paying attention. While that could be attributed to her childhood as a gorilla fighter, it was still a rather impressive feat, at least by the standards of the other federation troops that watched her while she shot.<br/><br/>Before long, she had a reputation, and an audience watching her whenever she stepped up to the platform and took aim at the target downrange, it made her feel oddly... good. It made her feel like she was a part of something, like she was starting to belong. It was nice.<br/><br/>........................................<br/><br/>Jillian sighed when Green was put in the stockades for his actions, typical Acar... Punishing that man when, were it not for him, Jillian would be in the hands of the Federation right now. Still, she bit her tongue as she always did and simply went about her way. God, it was nights like this that she really wished that alcohol was permitted on Zeon post. She ended up spending most of her time alternating between the gym and Catrina's hospital room, though she did make a bit of time to play around with Lucille as well.<br/><br/>That little girl was so delighted when Jillian was back.