Compliance is generally the point of being a soldier in the military, yes. Not being able to follow basic orders under duress is a poor fit for such a position, objectively; the training is meant to weed out the worst of it. --But, when you're not a soldier, doing things by your own schedule is probably valid enough...
[Probably. Jade would still judge anyone who doesn't get out of bed until noon or something, honestly, but it does all boil down to personal preference in the end. ...And seeing as there's plenty of people within this excursion gathering, Rita included, who likely aren't soldiers in any capacity--it makes the camp elements here and now that much more bafflingly inane, as far as Jade's concerned.
Anyhow, though. ...The tangent Rita shifts to after that strikes a vaguely odd chord, as seemingly out of the blue as it parses from Jade's end of things. She returns her gaze to the fire, but Jade's sidelong glance at her lingers all the same now, the idle humor in his tone fading as thoughtfulness takes its place.]
...No, not from what I've heard. There are a handful of theories to be made, but nothing concrete. So far as I've learned, there are occasions in which passengers simply...are no longer in their quarters, or found on the ship in general, apparently. [A slight pause, in which Jade studies Rita speculatively...and wonders.] Was there someone you knew, recently?
[Who vanished, that is to say. Call it a...well, not-so-wild guess, when you just do the basic math in this sort of way...]
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[Probably. Jade would still judge anyone who doesn't get out of bed until noon or something, honestly, but it does all boil down to personal preference in the end. ...And seeing as there's plenty of people within this excursion gathering, Rita included, who likely aren't soldiers in any capacity--it makes the camp elements here and now that much more bafflingly inane, as far as Jade's concerned.
Anyhow, though. ...The tangent Rita shifts to after that strikes a vaguely odd chord, as seemingly out of the blue as it parses from Jade's end of things. She returns her gaze to the fire, but Jade's sidelong glance at her lingers all the same now, the idle humor in his tone fading as thoughtfulness takes its place.]
...No, not from what I've heard. There are a handful of theories to be made, but nothing concrete. So far as I've learned, there are occasions in which passengers simply...are no longer in their quarters, or found on the ship in general, apparently. [A slight pause, in which Jade studies Rita speculatively...and wonders.] Was there someone you knew, recently?
[Who vanished, that is to say. Call it a...well, not-so-wild guess, when you just do the basic math in this sort of way...]