Tiffany staggers in from the trods, Samhain well over. The English Springer spaniel Thane rubs at her eyes? Shit, was she crying? She never cries, not when anyone can see it. SHe's a damn soldier, she disarmed bombs...what's got her so upset? And why is she desperately worried about her damsel and her relationship? Oh. Some of it, not much filters in. She's not sure she's welcome anymore. She sucks it up, dusts herself off, and goes to report what little she remembers to the captain.