She was a tangle of long legs and green silk skirts? There was some kind of quiver on her back keeping her propped up at an odd angle but...yeah. Noise? Oh. Noise.

And strobing lights.

Army? Army wasn't good, and where she grew up, yeah, well only the army had alarm lights. Best to face the music then instead of exist in her pleasant, shocky fugue state.

She lifted a hand, or tried, realized it was her injured arm, and lifted her other one to shield her eyes. "Hunh?"