"You don't look like you're fine." Ilia's concern came from a source deeper than she could pinpoint. Really now, he was a big boy and could take care of himself, but something within her said she needed to check on him regardless.

They were interrupted by a soldiers who kindly found Claude a seat to rest in but didn't seem nearly so friendly towards Ilia. For a moment she balked at the rebuff. She hadn't done anything to deserve that kind of attitude. But she swiftly recovered and gave him a resolute nod. "Yes, sir!"

She grabbed up her brush broom and started back to work, a wry smile coming to her face. She almost snorted in amusement when Claude apologized. "It's not like he gave you much of a choice in the matter, did he?" She shook her head. "You don't have to worry about it, really. I was in the military. I remember how life in basic was." She chuckled. "Never thought I'd be back on the lower end of things, though." Short of a court martial, which was still possible in her future. If she managed to get home.

She worked silently for a moment, but couldn't keep the questions from bubbling out. "I wonder, though, why do you get special treatment today? Of all the people here..."