The mock salute was returned with a real one, as little as the bitch of a captain deserved it.  Perhaps the state of the town was due to her hand in things; she seemed to be more bark than bite...  but they'd see soon enough.  Though she shot the woman a glare when she called her lover a 'runt,' and she knew Sheraile liked those shoes, however inefficient they may be unlike her own martialist shoes...<br/><br/>But they left, Aquila saying nothing.  Sheraile starts speaking though, making Aquila smirk a bit, in embarrassment and a bit of a knowing pout.<br/><br/>"I don't mean to... it just happens." she says, fairly honest, though she does try to make a good impression of control and power too "I would have beaten her if she'd challenged me so.  She sees me as a threat to her dominance, like an animal.  I think she is more bark than bite though."<br/><br/>Now what to do... the lack of repair implied that the delta barracks were... less than sufficient.  It sounded like the inn might not be a bad idea, at least until they got a way to repair their alternate living quarters.  Aquila began to lead them that way, noting the lack of people still... perhaps if they do a good job, this place might be a fun place to be in the future... even with the demonic threat.<br/><br/>"I think the inn is our best bet, do you?" she asked, her tone softer now that nobody was around "When we get there... you can... take my ass again, rough as you want, if it makes you feel better..."