[ But that's implying that their friends! and Ilsa takes her duty of keeping Bea alive very seriously. Even if she is one of the first to toss her out into combat and demand that she sacrifice almost everything for the sake of winning the battle.

But that's just a small detail.

Removing her arm, Ilsa helped Bea straighten out her dress as she listens with a light brush of her fingers against Bea's shoulders, brushing off invisible dust from the fabric. ]

Hmmm, I see. I guess all missions are put on hold then until we figure out why we're really here and how they managed to capture us.

[ she stepped back to admire her handiwork. ]

There, shall we go home then, or are you too afraid to spend an evening with a superior?

[ it's Bea. anything could happen. ]