Somua SM is sitting on some bench, writing something on her little journal of the ongoing war. The air around her had a gentle breeze, as it is just spring, but she didn't mind it at all... In fact, the slight chill was comforting for her.

Somua SM: "..."

She eventually finishes writing, and puts the book beside herself, leaning her back against the bench. She sighs once as she puts her hands on her lap, taking in the view of the surrounding nature, even if it is nothing special.