What a lovely room. Integra moved in and immediately sat down. The adrenaline rush from home was gone, and she suddenly felt very tired. Not only from the war, naturally, but from trying to wrap her head around all the information thrown at her when she arrived on that ridiculous baseball diamond.

At first, the heiress stared down into her teacup, before she finally moved to take a bit of sugar -- not much, mind you, just enough for a bit of sweetness. Stirring it in, she took a sip, having to fight the urge to gulp the whole cup down. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she'd been, either.

Popping the aspirin, she cleared her throat, taking note of that little medkit. "No, this is fine."