Roza was in top form, humming to herself as she practically skipped out of her Eva, covered in goo and giving no fucks, at least until she took it upon herself to handle Sabine's wheelchair.<em>Then</em>she was a little more careful. A little.<br/><br/>By the briefing, she had managed to find some short shorts and an equally skimp top (almost like she found these southern climes entirely too hot). She had also managed to locate her pride and joy - her knife (surprisingly similar to her Eva's favored weapon) securely in its sheath, belted to her hip, and her lucky charm, a spent shell casing on a link of chain for a necklace. She almost started to ask questions during the briefing - she actually had a lot of them - but was interrupted by the arrival of the Frog Princess and... probably the Frog. Her eyes narrowed at them; she had no love for the Captain, but the clear personality conflict had interrupted one of her thoughts.<br/><br/>That was made up for by brunch, though! She was halfway through her second plate of pancakes (she could almost match Gwen for packing away food - almost like she had been some kind of starving rebel before this) before she stopped, remembering something. "I told you not to call me Ruskie," Roza said, and with a quick hook slugged Sokol right in the mouth.