Captain Sarah Morgan
Sarah comes staggering into the Mess Tent and grabs a mug of coffee and sits down at a table at the periphery of the room. She stares at the mug tiredly, as if trying to decide something. The morning's caffeine worn off and the the afternoon's adrenaline gone, Sarah looks just shy of haggard. She lies her head down on her arm at the table and continues to stare at the mug. She knew she needed the sludge to keep her awake, but she wasn't at all certain she wanted to be awake. She knew she needed to rest. But she also knew that no one else was resting. Pulling all-nighters for data was one thing. Pulling all-nighters when it was a matter of survival was totally something different, and she was wondering how much longer anyone was going to last like this.