"Leona!" Emily's voice rang out from across the barracks.
Like a waking dog, Leona sat up in her sofa. She adjusted her sports bra, pushing one breast up to be in line with the other, and carelessly rubbed her eye as Emily approached.
"You're still out of uniform," Emily chided, holding her hip with one hand.
"I'm still on break," Leona shot back.
"Break ends in one minute," Emily said without checking her watch. Leona checked her own to see that Emily was right.
"I've seen you dress," Emily continued, "And it sure as shit doesn't take you one minute. I want you in dress before 0805 or you're getting a citation."
"You're gonna pull rank on me?" Leona sighed.
"Yeah, I'm gonna pull rank on you!" Emily threw up her hand, "It's shit like this that got me promoted, and not you. I don't care how much you can lift or how many tough guys' heads you can split open, you need to show some goddamn respect!"
"Come on, Em, this isn't the Corp," Leona waved her hand, "I really could just walk out of here if I wanted to."
"Yeah?" Emily turned away, adjusting her shoulder-slung rifle, "Then start walking, Ms. Professional."