There was a loud 'thump' outside of the crate, followed by shouting.<strong>"Watch it! That gun's worth more than your life!"</strong>the source of the shouting was apparent, when a pale face framed by bright blonde hair peaked in.<strong>"Um, sorry I'm late sir. Still not used to this sleep schedule. Um..."</strong>Leonora ran a hand through her hair to try and straighten the mess. Realizing how poor of a state she was in; shirt half tucked, jacket not fully buttoned, hat leaning to the side, she snapped into a salute.<strong>"Again, sir, I apologize for my tardiness and state of dress. I will see to following through what punishment you see fit."</strong>The standard issue jacket did little to stifle her bust, but she fiddled with the buttons regardless. Next to her was a brown haired man carrying parts to an anti-tank gun on his back, a ponytail draping down one side of his shoulder.