The Colonel, having not escaped her own hubris, tried her best to fit into her uniform. It was a feat, that's for sure. She wasn't wearing the combat uniform like most other Froxian soldiers on base, but the standard button-up blouse. Those buttons were the only thing standing in the way of a very embarrassing mishap. The blouse was pulled taught, and she had to leave the top one open. The pants still fit about as well, though her ass was still very prominent around back. She had picked out an old Russian-styled tiger strip pattern in an urban color scheme, but she would need to send back for a new one. Afterall, she was the post girl for the Froxian military. When people heard about them, usually she wanted to be the one that first came to their mind, and she didn't want to be known for letting more skin show than she wanted.
However, she was more worried about Kayora, who's own slender figure was not being hidden as much by the bed sheets. She thought about offering to go alone and get her measurements back in the barracks, but perhaps it would be a fruitless endeavor as she seemed very excited about getting a new uniform. She decided not to bother, and instead focused on not breaking buttons on their way over to the quartermaster. Well, good thing uniforms were made to last.