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Well they all ended up going back, or at least she followed up when Kyris was sent to the infirmary for collapsing. She waited outside her room for when they were fixing her up. Why did she follow her? Why not go to Remiel's side or anyone else's for that matter?

Becase she didn't really know Kyris well. She got to know most of the guys because she either passed out in their pressence, ran into them, had them fall on top of her, or somthing she just couldn't remember. Most of the other women she didn't know.

"Well if its the exit you're looking for, its this way." She smiled, "By now you shold know I'm Locke, Kyris right?"

"Hm.. just call me Locke. No sirs or ma'ams needed for me." She lead the way to the elevator, "Well I just thought I shold get to know you. And now I'm certain, since we weren't even knowing each others names."

She shifted with an uncomfortable feeling at he ankle. She reached down and pulled out the wrapped up needle. "Ah forgot about this damn thing. I wonder who I should take it to?" She wondered aloud.

"Ah yes Remiel," She looked back to Kyris, "I have to take this to him, would you liek to meet up again sometime?" She stepped out of the elevator into the hall before it could close. Then she took off towards the rooms to find him. Its his job class.thing..right?

Soon she just stopped a nurse and asked where Remiel was. When she found the room she noted a shut door, and knocked.

She was greeted, oddly enough, by a man who looked as if he had been standing to attention for hours. As she entered the room which she distictly remembered leaving LOCKED, the man passed her a letter and looked at her expectantly.

Probably bad news. To warrant a messenger, she was probably being court marshaled for her little stunt. She opened it up and started reading. She was frankly shocked this time around. It appeared as if she had been transfered and promoted. Many things ran through her mind, but one thing was for certain, she was happy for it.

The man cleared his throat, trying to be discrete about it. He motioned with his eyes to the bottom of the page. CO After a few seconds Kyris realised, and replied with a "dismissed". The question mark she left out, but it appeared that it was what the man was waiting for, and he promptly strode past her. The door slid shut behind him, leaving Kyris alone to think things over.

Carilla sat in the cafeteria with a bowl of soup in front of her. What a long, long day. She had left the kid in the hands of the medics and then left. They had enough to do, what with the influx of wounded MPs and all, and she didn't have a reason to stay. Although, she was hungry. It was only after everything had calmed down that she realized how long it had been since she had last eaten. It had been...almost an entire day? She could hardly be sure.

She was sweaty, and covered in blood that wasn't her own. She carried the pungent aroma of the slums with her, which probably explained why she was sitting alone in a corner. Oh well. She propped her elbows on the table and leaned on one hand, spooning soup into her mouth with the other. Screw socialization and hygene. This was damn good soup.

Aaiem was... tired. Or maybe tired wasn't the word for it. Fatigued, maybe. He certainly didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to do anything, really.
On the other hand, he really did want food. After a short, hot shower that at the least managed to work away a bit of the physical tension of the mission, he tossed on his outfit, added his favorite red jacket, and dragged himself to the cafeteria. He got himself a bowl of soup and looked around. It didn't take long for him to locate a fellow MP, looking nearly as worn-out physically as he felt mentally. He walked over to the table and sort of dropped into a chair, a warm smile lighting up a tanned face on which it looked wholly unwelcome. "'Lo, then." The same tinges of warmth as always travelled on his voice, but the tone was lower, his voice almost thin. "Quite a day." A spoonful of soup and the smile seemed to fade around it as it occured to him that the man would never taste anything, not even the almost mythically poor prison diet. He sighed a bit. He didn't know why he had cared at all, given what the man had been about to do. Compassion for human life, he supposed. Wrong career for that. He held up his arm and gave a little wave, the arm itself pockmarked with tiny cuts. "I don't think I got anyone's name aside from Remiel," a slight pause here as he thought about the fact there could've been two bodies involved in the case, "and the CO." No, wait. On second thought, there already had been two bodies, since there was that third girl. Okay, three.
Why was he so focused on the body count?
"Aaiem. Aaiem Shirou." He sank a little lower and began sipping away at his soup, the flavor totally wasted on him, his brain occupied with other things.
Maybe he SHOULD go to sleep.

She looked around. All of these damn rooms looked the same to her. She shook her head, needles were scary enough, the fact that she had on in her shoe this whole time was even more frieghtening. But thats just her.

"Well you know, our job is to help people." She petted some of the flowers by his bedside. "You don't owe me a thing. Do what you will for them, they were the ones to get us out of there." She looked up an smiled, "See you around right?" She truned and head for the door.

Perhaps, it was because they were they same age almost? The butterflies infested her stomach almost as his, but besides for her cool attitude, you hardly tell.

I've been around many people before. Guys at school were never this nervous, of course, guys at school were always trying to throw me over a balcony or into a dumpster somewhere. All because of my eyes...of course they probably scare him too.

"Yes?" She stopped and came back over to him. Abandoning thoughts of leaving, as if she had them in the first place.