She cringed inwardly, but her face remained cold, impassive, and blank. She stood, unhappily of course, and left the relative comfort of the chair. Going rigid once more, she offer the commander a salute, and he nodded once more. "Take care, miss," he called wearily, as she followed the man out the door.
He said nothing, but she assumed he knew where he was going. They weaved around buildings an rubble, until they came to a house that looked relatively intact. She balked at entering, for such rickety foundation made her nervous, and she wondered about the stability of the roof and the walls. But the man ushered her forward, his face scrunching up in annoyance and irritation as he pushed her through the door.