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Oh! And, a quick note, my characters all have 2 should explain any confusion on Dragea saying her name was Daria Dawson. At one point, it was, but I won't give any spoilers.

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Chapter 2: Extended Introductions

Dragea thought for a few minutes on what to say. It wouldn't be very easy to accept, but she thanked her lucky stars they could at least prove it. Another good thing, she knew Carter would accept it with gusto, and Hogan would probably accept it as best he could. His suddenly clearing his throat was cue for her to start speaking before they got suspicious again. She sighed, nodding.

"Well, we should probably get introductions out of the way, first. I'm, as most of you already heard, Daria Dawson." She started, calmly. She noticed Newkirk perk slightly as he realized her last name had English roots. Next, Sigeron continued, "My name's Sarah. Sarah Swift, and Daria is my best friend." Afterwards, Cawelfe decided he was next, though was highly reluctant to give his human name.

"I am Cameron Duvall, and my job is to make sure Daria stays alive." Cawelfe murmured formally, causing Dragea to blush and LeBeau to glare, even if Duvall was a French surname. This also confused Hogan because not only did he have not have an accent, he didn't give a rank. Did that mean all four were civilians? Strange. Dragea felt her stomach churn a bit, sensing strong tension between LeBeau and Cawelfe, who had returned the glare. She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Didn't she have far too much stress in her life with fighting Gerdrin and Cafra?

"U-um, well, m-my name is Andrew Storms." Anectora added, being the last of his group to introduce themselves. He hadn't even actually needed to use his human name before, so it had taken him a minute to remember it. Carter perked up at hearing the younger man's name.

"No joking? That's my name, too!" He exclaimed giddily, smiling brightly. Dragea had to smile at that, herself, having the feeling he would react that way. Anectora could only nod, uncertain of how he probably should have reacted to having the same name. Newkirk, however, seemed to not like the idea as much and even rolled his eyes to prove the point. "Just grand, Carter. If we were using first names, you wouldn't know whether I was calling you or Storms over there!" He uttered, sarcastically, lighting a cigarette. Granted, it was against rules to smoke in the barracks, but so were a lot of things they did. Not to mention, some part of him felt he was going to need it.

"So, do we get your names, too? Or, do we have to give you our entire background stories?" Si asked, in her rather smart-alecky tone of voice. The Colonel didn't seem too thrilled to being talked to that way, but why should he? Dragea nudged her best friend in warning, elbowing her, though really Si was Si. This sort of thing would be hard to prevent. Hogan narrowed his eyes in annoyance, straightening up a bit as he turned to the blond to answer her. "Well, considering it isn't exactly every day that civilians pop up out of nowhere in our barracks, I suppose you should at least answer the question of how you got in here."

"Well, it isn't exactly easy to explain, Colonel. You may not even believe any of it." Dragea intercepted, warning them of the twist in logic that would give them the shock of their human lives. They'd probably never even look at anything the same way, ever again, once they were through telling them everything. Hogan still didn't seem to like this; his face even paled slightly at the possibility they could have wandered up through the tunnels. He, LeBeau, Newkirk, and Kinch seemed to have similar thoughts; quickly glancing at each other, only Carter seemed enthralled by what the newcomers had to say. Hogan frowned.

"Try me."

((A/N: Yeah. Sorry. This is kind of mean to give you guys a cliffhanger and drag this all out like this, but I couldn't resist. XD Read and enjoy!))