"Cleanliness, sometimes, is NOT in one's best interest." she chuckled.

And go they did, the sleeping guard being soundly chewed out by whom ever had arrived behind them. By the sounds of it, it was someone of higher rank, and there was a quieter voice trying to cut in, vainly, as if to get past the arguing guards and back to work.

It had Rachel laughing mentally, bright and merry, as she knew that the worst punishment the sleeping guard would receive would be clenaing detail.