Lt. Grashe visibly seethed, the features of her stony countenance trembling as Yuna rhetorically went on...while the soldier's head was covered uttered in the commandant's spunk. To the woman's credit, only her eyes betrayed outright despise. "Commandant. After an hour of your absence from this morning's meeting, we thought it prudent to seek you. Lest something had befallen our<em>commander</em>. Forgive me for mistaking...your presentation of Lt. Rasovna's gift for some struggle and barging in. No reports on your special mission from the crown, we are sadden to report. However." She paused and Kovacs stepped forward. The cute-faced brunette hadn't be able to help her eyes to plenty of Yuna's body. Until her cue, Kovacs' eyes had been below Yuna's belt.<br/><br/>Kovac's drew her eyes up to commandant's and saluted. "The arrest of yesterday's insurgents has sparked public outcry from the Shalans. It appears the cell's leader was a public figure here. A priest specifically. A beloved one, even more so. Demonstrations are anticipated to take place in a few hours around the prison."