Kisara steps out of her mobile weapon, a MS-05L Zaku-I Sniper Type, after taking it for a test run with her squad mate. She smiles to the crew at the HQ where she had reported to recently after finishing her training. Kisara was young, only 18, but was already a very skilled marksman.

"Hey boys take care of the squeeking in the right knee and reload all the ammo I used. Thanks." She blows the mechanics a kiss and goes off to change and clean up.

Half an hour later Kisara walks out of the locker room with her crimson hair cleaned and pulled up into a bun. She spends a few moments looking at a map of the facility and heads for the mess hall to get a bite to eat and finish her paper work.

Kisara gets her food and finds an empty seat. She gives a polite smile and nod to those she passes. Slowly she picks at her meal while filling out paper work only occasionally glancing up.