Teresa looked to the recruitment officer with a piercing gaze, her eyes a striking green.
"If i needed medical, i'd be in medical...i know my way around...and unless i'm wrong, this is the recruitment office for the Coalition?" she said, with a small smile. Her tone was not hostile, she spoke without emotion. She stood off the wall, and looked at the officer with a practiced respect and a militaristic straightness to her pose.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
