The three LTs exited the room and left Yuna and Rasovna alone for the second time that morning.<br/><br/>Rasovna looked up at her commandant and Yuna would be able to see that the concern ran deep in those green eyes. "Sara-I mean, Lt. Grashe. I tried to chew her out for ruining my...present." She blushed and a faint smile played at her lips before she swallowed it down. "But I was the one that ended up getting an earful. She's always had that temper. It can be real scary at times. I mean...normally she'd just blow up like a powder keg, make the whole house hear it, but this time she... She was calmer, though barely suppressed. Like a fuse just sizzling away until...well nothing came of it, but suffice to say she's not too happy with me. Or you." Emma Rasovna wouldn't have opened up like that a month ago...but time in her commandant's presence--and her bed--had since fixed that.<br/><br/>"Please don't think that Grashe would do something," Rasovna said, suddenly pleading. "She can be a real bitch, but she'd never harm anyone sharing the same uniform as her."