Scott was not such a person. He spent every moment of his new life enjoying the sights and sounds of this strange world. In recent days he had enjoyed one sight, and one specific sound, more than many others. Rhea laughed softly, musically. Her eyes seemed to dance and sparkle in the firelight. “You really did such a thing?” Scott could not help but laugh as well. “Yeah, getting locked out of the barracks, while standing on a window ledge in my underwear, is one of the highlights of my military career.” She laughed even louder then made a silly little snorting sound that caused her to place her hands to her face. She had laughed so hard that she had snorted, how undignified! Rhea could not help it, though. “How did you get back inside?” “I had to wait a while. After what felt like forever, I slid around the ledge to the communal bathroom window and crawled back inside. Went to where I hid a screwdriver inside the janitor’s closet, and used it to pop open my door since all of the doors were ancient as crap.”
