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Virginia flicked another ash from her cigarette into the ashtray, and smiled slightly, "This isn't a Liberty Insurgency uniform, this one is from the Liberty Free Republic... it allowed me to...", she paused for a moment and took a drag from her cigarette as she searched for the right words, "Allow me to feel normal despite everything that has changed for me? Somehow... I can't imagine being in command of a ship and other people without being in a uniform.".
But that was only part of the truth - the main part was the fact that a person like Virginia just could not shake all the habits of the past. Whenever she wore a military uniform, and especially an officer's uniform, she acted differently than when she wore civilian ones. Something in her just made her to maintain a certain professionalism.
She took her glass in her left hand again and lightly sipped her sweet baileys, "Antidepressants aren't for me, I'm more or less fine and can do without them, however my crew is not in the best of shape." She paused for a moment and looked briefly out the dark windows of the research station, "Not all of the transports with refugees from Veracruz arrived in Pennsylvania in one piece. The authorities intercepted some them and... well, a few of my people took their own lives because of it, demoralizing the rest. Even hardened soldiers have their limits of what they can and can't tolerate."
If Virginia was in any significant way demoralized or depressed by this as well, she was very good at hiding it behind her Captain Belle visage, perhaps only her look seemed a bit downcast when she spoke aloud about the suicides of her men.
