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An hour and a half later, you're riding in the Armadillo with Balogh at the wheel once more. The scene itself is a familiar one, seeing that it's been your daily routine for the past few months, but now there's Larry, who's busy chatting with everyone else, being rather friendly to everyone in spite of rank. It's quite different, you think to yourself; there are quite a number of corporals you know who like to lord it over the First Privates.

Jax, being Jax, is getting along with Larry quite well, and the two of them are talking like they've known each other for years. Ami is sitting by the side, tapping her fingers impatiently; she isn't used to Jax not paying attention to her. You glance at her, and she glances back at you, shaking her head. She definitely doesn't like Larry, you can tell, and you send her a message saying that Jax is just being friendly to the newcomer.

"Doesn't mean that I have to like it," she sends her curt reply to you almost immediately. "Getting us stuck on a different route today just because…she better hope nothing happens today," she grumbles. You roll your eyes and tell her that she's being childish, and she shrugs. "Maybe. But that doesn't mean that I have to like the new guy," she responds. It still means she's being childish, you say, and this gets a loud laugh from her.

After a while, Balogh calls out to the back. "Lara?" he says, and Larry looks at him. "Call me Larry," Lara says with a grin in her voice. "What can I do for you, Sergeant?" she asks. "Got a couple of questions for you, if you don't mind answering them." Larry laughs and shakes her head. "Fire away," she says cheerfully, leaning back against her seat. First, Balogh asks Larry what kind of magic she's good at and why she made the transfer request, and then he moves on to ask…