Leeds was quite the contrary to Cambridge, in terms of beauty factor of landscape and air quality at least. Layla admired Cambridge and its apparent inviolacy, the mountains, the valleys, the plains... Thus she had always tried to keep her presence to Leeds on a minimum length, but this day she just didn't have the energy to fly back anymore, so she decided to take a rest on Leeds. After having heard her fellows talking of a bar located in the underground she decided to pay "The Patriot" a visit.
It was larger than she expected it, much larger, there was several branches and rooms the bar was divided into. "These accomodations must have served another purpose prior to being channeled into this bar." she thought as she observed the room. There was a great variety of drinks offered at the bar, however, she wasn't looking for something to celebrate the evening with, admittedly, it was a succesful patrol today but no, she hadn't touched any alcohol since John fell into coma. Layla headed for the counter and ordered a extra-strong coffee, she knew her coffee consumption had reached excessive limits long ago but she simply couldn't abstain from this excellent short-term energy-boost. Layla held the lousy paper cup in her right hand and sipped at the beverage which was way too hot. Glancing around the room, her eyes got stuck at Commodore Davis who sat on a table a few feet away from here. And it was not only Davis, no, Ensign Christina Davis, who was in no way related to the Commodore, was sitting next to him, holding his hands. Layla slowly shook her head a smile appearing on her face. "Tsk, just entered the Armed Forces and already besieged by a high-ranked officer." Inconspicuously observing the two officers, it reminded her firmly at her very own first days in the Armed Forces and her first meetings with John.
