Being a part of the Regiment wasn't her idea; hell being some sort of secret super solider shit just sounded terrible to Sam. She had never been much of a joiner, let alone one to really follow the rules. So this whole place just felt wrong to the older Wayland sister. Still despite how awful it was to be a prisoner, and one expected to serve and fight for a nation that thought her less than human...well the only silver lining was that her baby sister was okay.
The two had drifted apart over the years. Jo's desire to go off and be all she could be, it irked the slacker of the family to no end. Yet they were still sisters, and Samantha couldn't imagine not wishing her baby sis a happy birthday, despite the circumstances. So when she reached Jo's room, knocked on the door, and heard that it was open she stepped inside...both hands behind her back. "Hey there...bad time?" That eyebrow of hers arched a little as she noticed Jo getting dressed.