It had been a long day of training for Durandal before she finally called it quits for the night. Her deep blue eyes lock on the door as it opens and you enter. Her gaze flickers to the clock then back to you.

"You're up late."

She commented. Her voice was calm—controlled. Her long blonde hair shifted behind her as she moved towards you. She stopped in front of you. She studied you.

"Your squad has missions tomorrow. Why are you here instead of getting rest?"

Sleep deprivation would do no good in the field. She knew that better than most.