She showed up precisely on time, her gunblade case gripped firmly in one trembling hand, and her steps military-precise in a way that didn't at all cover the fact that she was shaky and pale.

Still, she was intent on meeting standards. Straight up to Squall she marched, then snapped out a razor-sharp salute. She hadn't had Junctioned paramagic for so long that her body felt at all strange without it, though she already privately regretted the loss of strength and endurance from forgoing it.