Christine nods and heads upstairs. She's there for a good ten minutes and at one point her voice and her father's are raised in argument, but finally she returns downstairs with a folded piece of paper in her hand. Her face is a little red, and her eyes are red-rimmed too.

"Still fine, Private?" she asks lightly, moving to fold the paper up in the other with Captain Singer's name on it to serve as an envelope.