"No," she said. "I have only just arrived, so I understand the frustration." Her voice dropped a half tone showing her own annoyance to the situation. "I, too, had very important items stripped away quite literally." Did they not know that taking armor and weapons from a fighter of any rank was rather emotional?

"Have you managed to speak with anyone about our being here? They seem eager to press us into a state of calm but answers..." Beatrix trailed off and she gingerly adjusting the patch over her eye. It was still damp, but it was what she had. She had to make do.

Crossing her arms, she turned to glance behind her and to the side. It seemed nice. Quaint. Military all the same.

"It's concerning."