<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Cleaning up the mess<br/><hr/><br/>Wallace tapped her captain’s bars and shifted to show her gun’s holster as she adjusted her her new jacket over it, not QUITE a threat but if he was actually eyeing her it might highlight that while most assuredly emasculated she still wasn’t just some bit of fluff or a prize to be hand. It surprised her how quickly it registered that everyone around her now saw her differently than a mere 24 hours ago.<br/><br/>“So, I hope your evening was more fun than mine. I’d like to ask a favor of you after the days over, stop by the barracks and get my aide to pack up some of my things, I’ll make a list.” She nibbled on her lower lip as she mulled over things. “Also just call me Captain Campbell, it’s a lot more common than my hyphenated monstrosity of a name. Still don’t know what to call myself beyond that.” She added as she drummed her fingers on the dash of their ride.