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She fingered over the spices and quickly scanned the labels doing the same to the meat too. While scanning carefully looking around the room between bottles she noticed the ring of the phone with the sour look to match. It seemed that the poster child was not the end to her plight. Looking back up from her findings she smiled brightly at Song,
"All good on this front... how about you, chief?" she asked as she cocked one eyebrow. She gave her a simple salute and then spun around. She turned to leave the kitchen when all of a sudden she slowed her roll,
"... looks as though Ma'am isn't the drill sergeant we thought... eh...?" she uttered under her breath as she clasped the computer kid on the shoulder. She continued on her way through the kitchen into the hallway.
"So where is our smoking pit to...?" she bellowed out to the kitchen while opening the front door. One foot out and one in rocking back and forth waving the door with her.