Just off the main barracks, sits a small room, Hart's office/living area. It's a rather cramped affair, but it seems to have a bit more space after Andrew passed away. At the moment Hart's cleaning out the draws of the small ramshackle desk. Her guard loiters outside. Fitzgerald sits in the main quarters, reading over a piece of paper. His expression is grim and somber. Tapping his foot as he reads, he suddenly growls and crumples the paper before stuffing it in a pocket.