The Commander's expression is tense, her eyebrows furrowed with a very noticeable crease as she stands in front of her desk, glaring down at an holographic map with enough force to basically burn a hole through the projector. She's analyzing her troop's formation, and for every second that passes she seems to find another thing to correct about it.

She grinds her teeth, completely focused on her task. Now that she's alone, she can at least mutter a curse now and then, her gauntleted fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

Her thoughts grind to a halt when a knock against her door reaches her ears. She stands up straight, lifting her hands from the desk and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Enter." She commands, her voice firm but not aggressive. Her expression softens marginally when the door slides open, though, and she quickly recognizes the person standing there. Her own child.

"I thought you were asleep. It's late."

She murmurs after a few seconds, her tone remaining cold for the most part. She's still a commander, after all.