Nicole couldn't get over the demotion, she wanted Wildcat's head on a pike. Idiot, telling her to cease fire while under fire? That moron probably never saw combat, he probably was some rich prick that got his rank with money and not dedication. Nicole's brother hadn't spoken to her and neither had her family, her home planet of Leeds was overrun with Gallics. Everything was going to shit, she had nothing beyond the Armed forces, she kept drinking. She didn't bother to look around and notice anyone. The more liquor the best.
Another.
With every sip she got more and more angry, was it really worth serving those shits? Clearly they didn't need her, not if they could take the time to demote her. Whatever, more drinks.