Bex didn't spend a lot of time in her office, she had far more pressing things to do than paperwork and therefore was often behind. She really ought to get a secretary or something but she also struggled with delegating when she wanted things done a certain way. She had only stopped by her office for a few moments and was about to talk out the door when there was a knock.

She opened the door as she pulled on her fingerless gloves, dressed in her uniform and heading to the training field. "Who are you?" she asked the woman unceremoniously. Bex had never been one to waste time on niceties.

It wasn't uncommon that when people saw how direct Bex was that they wisely mirrored her behavior. She didn't like to waste time with people who stumbled over their words or took too long to explain what they wanted. Luckily this woman, Sliva, had been straight and to the point.

Bex stepped out of her office, turning to lock the door behind her as she continued to make her way to the training field, assuming the woman would fall into step to follow along. "And what is it that you can do?" she asked, not bothering to look at the woman as she strode across the grounds with long, focused steps.

Small summonings and fire incantations. It was a start but not much of one. "And why come to me?" she asked, her tone stern and direct. "You are not a paired solider and thus not under my care. Shouldn't you go to your own Lieutenant?" They had reached the training area and Bex pushed open the gate to step inside where other soldiers were already doing drills and training. The paired soldiers who she worked with turned immediately to give her a proper salute of greeting as she strode past them.

Bex halted in her steps and looked at Zahra with a stern, scrutinizing gaze. It was clear that this girl was young, new to the military, at least of that beyond the mandatory training. "Hierarchy is very important in the military, Miss Sliva. Without organization the whole thing falls apart. My job is to focus on paired soldiers, of which you are not. Did you even attempt to speak to your own superior first?" she asked and then held up a hand to signal a halt. "Don't answer that."

She looked out to the training yard for a moment and then back to the young woman, eyes as dark and dangerous as always. "Though I do admire your desire to be more than what you are. I have a day off tomorrow. I will give you one training, Miss Sliva. One. Meet me here tomorrow at sunrise."

Without waiting for an answer she dropped her hand and walked away. She had work to do.