The California collection of bases took a lot of heavy hits during the One Year War. Bianca Carlyle and her Trust Squad were residing at one of these Earth Federation bases, one close to San Francisco. Skirmishes with the South Sea Alliance were very likely in the future base on reports, so she and her squad were waiting for further orders while waiting around on base. It was a good time to unwind and gather her thoughts after a long series of battles.

Bianca entered the bedroom she was assigned. It was a bunk room, but didn't have another occupant, at least at the moment. The room looked like a dorm, albeit not a lived-in one, with cheap furniture and plain white walls, a single window. It was barren of decor. It'd do for now. Bianca unzipped her suit, stripping the tight fabric slowly off of her body. The suit slowly slid off of her shoulders while it slowly unveiled her bare back, a glimpse of the numerous tribal-like tattoos that coated her back being exposed... at least until she realized someone had entered her room. "Oh! Heh! Sorry, didn't see you there." Bianca hurriedly tugged her suit back up with a zip, before spinning on her heel to greet the visitor. "Knock next time, alright? What's up?" Her demeanor was casual and nonchalant, as if she was trying to quickly move on from the fact she was walked-in on while undressing, her hands resting casually on her waist.