A/N: Sorry to say you guys are going to have to get used to 500-700 word chapters because of the RT character limit. Thanks to Marti for beta-ing, as always. :)

Assistance. Yeah. Okay.

The dizziness did not recede, and Sigma had no idea where to begin.

I would consider breathing a good idea, followed by getting out of bed so that we are not late to roll call. I do not wish to resume some of your…habits now that we are a pair.

"Oh, cute. It has an attitude. Because that's exactly I need when 'm out in the middle of war, trying not to get myself killed."

Part of her realized how stupid she must sound, to be talking out loud to no one there. She also knew that it could read her thoughts as well as she could hear it's in her own mind, whether she wanted to or not. But there was something so much more tangible about speaking out loud. A reminder that this was all real, not another one of the strange concoctions of her overactive imagination.

She scowled when she realized she was still in her pajamas—she, like the other Greek-lettered Agents, had very few in the way of personal belongings, their clothes mainly being military issued fatigues. But Sigma couldn't bear to sleep in them, instead preferring a stretchy purple tank top and small matching shorts that suddenly showed far more skin than she was comfortable with.

She wrapped her sheets around her protectively, realizing how completely stupid she was being. 'He's nothing more than a hologram,' she reminded herself. 'Not a real man or some sort of creepy voyeur.'

That, however, did not make getting out of bed and putting on her fatigues any easier or appealing. Then again, he had fallen silent since she had snapped at him, though she had an inkling that was more out of offense and spite than it was any sort of respect for her body.

You would be incorrect, Sigma. I don't have any wish to bother you, or disrespect you in any way, shape or form. I will leave you in peace while you dress, as your discomfort suggests you prefer.

"Thanks," she muttered grudgingly, running a hand through her tangled brown locks.

She sighed, and threw her blankets to one side, not bothering to make her bed according to protocol. "Screw that."

Sigma, based on your memories of the Counselor, he is displeased with your behavior, and I would suggest you follow protocol in order to avoid his wrath.

"Maine?"

Yes?

"Quit being so formal. And I thought you were gonna leave me alone while I got ready."

Noted, and executed. Maine paused for a moment, as if he was struggling with her orders a little. I'm sorry…Sig.

"Kay," she grumbled. "That's at least a little better."

She grabbed her fatigues, and though she was far from a quick mover in the mornings, managed to shower and dress in record time. She fiddled with the pink streak in her hair, looking down at her bitten and chipped nails. She took a few deep breaths, and attempted a smile.

"Okay, Maine," she said, and he appeared at once by her side.

Yes?

"Let's rock this bitch."