For a moment, Riley thinks that she sees a concerned look pass between the men, and it feels like the MP's supporting arm loosens up just the slightest bit beneath her. Whatever concerns the men might have, though, they do their duty; and a few short minutes later, the elf finds herself in the middle of a brown-and-green sea. All in all, things seem to be going smoothly... until she realizes that the looks she's getting from the soldiers aren't exactly "indifferent," or even appreciative. In fact, several people seem to be looking at her in disgust.<br/><br/>And it's only as they make their way to the commanding officer's tent that Riley realizes why. Someone out of uniform, looking beaten down, being "carried" by military police towards the officer's tent? Regardless of how nice the MPs are treating her, it probably appears to most that she's some sort of prisoner- a ganger, a thief, or even a deserter. And as tense as things are now that the Oldgov is being challenged by these new organizations, all three of those things are very, very bad things to be around soldiers right now...<br/><br/>And those gazes only get harder when she's brought into the officer's tent. On one wall, an immense AR map of the scrub-zone glows as if to spite the morning sun, with huge red crosses over areas that are still too hot to approach, and more than one black dot to mark "dead zones" where life might not ever return to normal. On another, Rishi spots what looks like an AR map of her crew's stomping grounds, with some notes scrawled across it- though unfortunately, it's nothing that she can make out from this distance.<br/><br/>And in the center of it all, three men sit at a fold-out card-table, sipping dank coffee and halfheartedly flipping over the river card in their poker game. When the MPs snap to attention, three pairs of eyes look up... and three icy glares lock onto the elf.<br/><br/>"Who'n the hell're you?" The man directly opposite Rishi- A colonel, by the insignia on his shoulder- speaks up first, setting his hand down on the table. Judging by the frown lines in his head, and the permanent-looking snarl in his lower lip, Riley quickly figures it's a safe bet that he's not exactly a "lenient" guy. Especially not with a new face like hers. "An' why the hell're you on my base?"