Larassa rolled her eyes at Tarkov and said, "Fine by me. The government didn't make me to be a leader anyhow. Plus, I'm not kidding when I said that I can't die. I've been beaten to death by human standards, but not mine yet." Grinning after saying this, Larassa puffed out some more cigarette smoke before turning away from Tarkov, as she made her way to the commander's tent.

Upon entering the tent, Larassa walked straight towards the commander, who was busy talking with a few officers around a planning able that was covered by a map, which was riddled with small soldiers and flags. Changing direction, Larassa opted to sit on a crate near a table nearby while she waited for the commander to finish his current brief. She knew from the past that directly approaching the commander when he was busy never worked out. It only ended up with Larassa either getting in trouble or she'd get the cold shoulder. Either way, she never got anything done taking that approach.

Luckily, the commander could only give her orders for whatever missions she'd go on since those orders always came from higher up the chain of command. Nobody present was above Larassa so she was basically free to do just about anything she wanted within legal rights of course. Even smoking a cigarette around a volatile area was okay for her, as long as she was smart about it, which she was...for the most part.


Tarkov waited for Larassa's back to be towards him before he lifted his hand and made the shape of a gun with his fingers, aiming it at her head and mimicking firing it at her. He then spat into the dirt beside him in disapproval. Very impressive, child, he thought to himself. Where do they get these infants, anyway? If I end up on an op with her, I'll be babysitting the whole time.

Tarkov finished cleaning the firing pin of his rifle and then slid it back into place with the other components of the lower receiver, before clicking the rifle together and testing the firing mechanism. He took his time packing his gear, carefully placing it in his pack and on his kit. He then casually entered the commander's tent to find Larassa sitting, bored at a nearby table.

Moving around her, Tarkov sat down opposite of her and then wondered if she'd gotten the same memo about the brief starting in ten mikes. Deciding against any potential conversation with her, Tarkov produced a knife and sharpening tool and then began working on his knife.