Jen sobbed in a corner. She had finally learnt what Commissar Cain, the one she idolized, thought of her, ironically through Jurgen's loose mouth and Inquisitor Vail's extremely harsh words after his slip. She felt betrayed and alone. How many more people harbored such ill will of her? Was it her superiors? Her friends? Her colleagues? Her family? How many more had sweet lips and knives behind their backs?

You come in. You are the Colonel of the Regiment, her most high-ranked superior. You have not seen her so depressed and crying, ever, so you are shocked.

"Jen?"

"Oh--- Colonel---" She hastily started to compose herself, wiping her tears and straightening her clothes as she gave you a formal, stiff salute.