Grashe, again to her credit, turned and didn't storm off to the bathroom to clean herself up. She gave Rasovna a look that froze embarrassment and disappointment into fear before taking her brief leave. The door, however, betrayed her temper with a slam. Kovacs and Tolkov joined Yuna on the walk, Rosovna seeming to take her time in getting dressed still.<br/><br/>"We're anticipating a tenuous peace at the demonstration," Tolkov said. She actually paused and looked over to Kovacs and Yuna, waiting to see if they'd let her continue. Kovacs didn't see a reason to speak up. "They were getting themselves riled up last night from what my agents reported." Tolkov, was in charge of intelligence and logistics, which included their spies and highly trained one-person units. "They have identified a dozen or so most outspoken individuals. They--"<br/><br/>"Are likely the ones fanning the flames of this," Kovacs finished, much to Tolkov's chagrin and death glare. "We don't know who these people are though. And what impact neutralizing them might have." Kovacs was in charge of supporting units. And she herself was a long range marksmen. Her definition of neutralizing was surgical strikes from several hundred feet away.<br/><br/>"Permission to speak candidly?" Kovacs asked. "Grashe<em>is</em>in command of the cannons. I wouldn't want a bombardment to arrive too late or too early because of possible "misinterpretations" of code words on the radio." Lt. Grashe, temper she was known to have, was a soldier first. It had said so in the file Yuna had been given when she was first given command of the peacekeeping force from Sophia. The redhead had come highly recommended. As did the three othera of Yuna's L-Ts. Insubordination wasn't something Grashe had a history of doing. Then again, the people she had served under were very by book military, just like herself.