Pulling on her uniform, not bothering with the undershirt, she zipped it up just just above her collarbone and left her quarters, heading into the Wolf Quad.

"Why don't you have a seat, hmm? This won't take very long," said Bianca, gesturing to the solitary chair as she began typing his entry into her desk file. Not long at all, she thought as she saw how tense he was, how on edge, when she'd only been with him five minutes.

"No thank you, Commander, I prefer to stand." Jor's eyes flashed forest as he risked a glance down at her face, meeting her amber eyes for a brief moment. Then he flicked his gaze back toward the wall and waited.

She smiled again, disarmingly, and rolled onto her side to face him, head propped up on one arm, the fingers of the other hand drumming absently on her thigh. "I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind. What was your last position? In your last army," she added with the tiniest of grins.

Withdrawn politeness tinged his husky voice as he responded to her questions. "I was a soldier, sir. Before that, a toon leader." Nothing elaborate, just the plain truth. He didn't have to mention his demotion from Panther. If she wanted to know it that badly, she could search through all his disciplinary files. With her, he'd give as little as possible, or risk his control. Wick... the silent voice reminded him.

She ran her eyes over him again, more thoroughly. His strong hands were clenched, but she knew the look in his deep green eyes well. She'd seen it hundreds of times from the other boys at the station...but he was still maintaining that distance. Fascinating. She wondered how many more minutes he'd be able to keep up the facade. His olive-skinned cheeks were a little pink. Was he blushing?

"I am not insubordinate, sir. I am a soldier, and I will follow orders." He wasn't quite sure what she wanted from him, but the lithe way she twisted to sit up left him with little doubt as to her intentions. An answering flame ignited within him. No one controlled him, even his spark. If that's what this commander of his wanted, then she'd found herself a challenge.

"Just fine," he repeated slowly, watching her warily from the corner of his eyes. She had paused at his withdrawal, and he almost smirked, both of them silent for a moment, calculating. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" Jor asked politely, still staring at the wall.

She didn't move from her spot, practically in front of his chair, not quite close enough for crowding, but when he stood he'd be only an inch or two away from her.

Turning around to face her, he set his face in quiet obedience as he lowered his voice. "Excuse me, commander, may I leave the barracks?" He needed to see Wick now, more than ever, to reinforce his control and give him some semblance of strength against this amber-eyed commander of his.

Well-satisfied, she picked up her desk and started making notes.

"Scuse me, Commander." He wasn't quite sure what he was doing as he stood frozen. Leave, you idiot, his mind tried to reason. Before you do something stupid and risk losing Wick altogether. But for some reason he couldn't move, just watched her, half-defiant as he folded his arms across his chest and waited for something he didn't quite understand.

"Jor...I'm sorry. I was only trying to help." After the necessary pause, she asked, gently, "Would you like to talk about it?" Inside she smirked. He was in the trap. She wouldn't let him escape.

"No, uh, I'd rather not. Excuse me, Commander." Turning around, he placed his hand on the palm-lock, trying to open it. But the door remained closed, and he slapped the lock again, harder this time with frustration. He wanted out. He needed out before he did something he was only half-sure he didn't want to do.

Grabbing Bianca's hand suddenly, Jor pressed it to the palmlock, and the door slid open. With a husky growl of disgust, he shoved her away from him lightly and stalked from her room, leaving the barracks in search of Wick.

Shrugging it off, she forced a smile anyway. He'd be back. Until then, she could afford to be a little chilly, until he apologized. Making up was half the fun.

She zipped up her collar and stormed out of her quarters and towards the rest of the Cells, palming open Cell A and stepping inside without pausing.

She grinned at herself in the mirror. Older soldiers...that reminded her of Seth, and she smoothed her hair with a hand as she thought over their brief time together. What a promising boy. All the uncertainty of a green and all the capability of a veteran...though she had to admit, he hadn't seemed as interested as she would have expected. She looked her reflection over, searching for anything that might have turned him off, and smiled when she found nothing. Maybe he was just being difficult. Bianca loved a good challenge.