Madeline's brows quirk up gently at that. She had never paid a great deal of attention to the ranks anyone on the Imperial side might have had, aside from those in the upper echelons of course. Those held the majority of her ire given the grunt workers on the field rarely got the chance for much choice or say.

Adjusting her own outfit as the group begins to head out she bends her steps towards where that cart of ration supplies must be as she adds, "Plus when it comes to fighting you can't really control who may or may not get hurt. It'd be terrible to rescue anyone only to see them hurt in a fight."