It was. Well, weird right now. You had somehow gotten through into camp. How? No one knew, hell barely anyone noticed you until finally role call came up.

"Thirty seconds. Start explaining, who are you. And be warned, my dogs don't like liars."

Reyna said, watching you from over the desk in the praetor's office, eyes narrowed, her automaton greyhounds on either side of her. She's pretty intimidating, and seeing as you for all intents and purposes tromped through into her legion without anyone's knowledge and could easily have nefarious intent was more than enough for the Praetor to consider you a major threat.

Reyna was scary. The office around both of you seemed impossibly cold and big in that moment. The girl on the other side of the table stared you down with a harsh glare. The legion itself was imposing, intimidating; she sat there. A weapon in close range. But it was for the safety of New Rome, for it's citizens and her legionnaires. So this was all justified after all. Right?