She was looking at the door with fear thinking that the ship was attacked, but it was the Commisar who trew a grenade and killed all others in that room.
Comrad Commisar, I don't want to be a singer. If I wanted that I would gone to the music school in one of those capitalists pigs planets. I want to serve in the Peoples Army. I want to make a good for our peoples. And I doub that singing will make any good. Me being in Red Army choir is still fills me with honor since even that is better that most of any others choirs around. I don't want to get killed on a stage for not singing good, If I want to die, I would want to die defending my comrades, comrad commisar.
Then she took the papers and went to fill them, since it was a order from the commisar, and that bullet hole made her think the commisar is not jokeing with no one so the last thing she would want is to make the commisar even angry that he was before.