She snorts. "If I do, I'm going out ass-kicking once I'm out of this place." She takes good care of her soldiers. In return, she expects a lot out of them as a fighting force.

"Yeah, I do. Like... no matter what." It's something that she picks. She knows from pictures that even when she's fresh out of compliance she has her hair in some sort of strange color. "It's... mine. It's me." She smiles. "You should see the giant box of touch up dye I have under my bed on the base. If the barracks ever explode randomly, that... might be the cause."