Olena scootched over into her lean-to tent, flanked by her tarp on one side with the foliage on the other providing a background for the woodland-camo tarp to blend in with, allowing Adot to huddle inside for protection from the elements or for a private word. Of course, the up-til-now all-business officer opening up her jacket just enough to allow her cleavage to peak out earned small, lopsided smile from the vixen she was speaking to. She liked what she saw.
It seemed the feeling was mutual as Adot indulged in a longer-than-appropriate inspection of Olena's distinctly out of regulation modification to her uniform. The Amazonian Amaran couldn't help but allow a low chuckle to reverberate in her chest, her smile becoming mildly flirtatious alongside an arched brow. Far be it from her to not do whatever she could to demonstrate her... Discipline to her superior officer, leaning back to place her hands against the ground behind her, reclining in such a way that her back could do naught but arch and thrust her bust out, her legs curling inward and spreading slightly at the thighs with just enough space for an adventurous head to descend. The angle of the junior insurgent's torso caused her clingy shirt to slide upward to keep up with her movements, revealing a hint of a wash-board flat belly covered in white fur. Ah, perhaps the white at her throat extended over the entirety of her front, then.
"Just what I was thinking, ma'am... But I reckon we'll need to rest up first, maybe find a place to... Disappear to for a while..." Olena's voice was just the slightest bit breathless, charged... Suggestive. Of course, the group had just finished a ruck march - perhaps the vixen was just relaxing? There was just enough doubt that the voluptuous vixen could get away with talking her way out of any accusation of fraternizing with an officer (which she was totally doing), but Adot could see a particular brand of mischief in Olena's eyes - whether it was merely the natural impression of one gazing on a vulpine or Amaran visage or the embers of rather unprofessional lust was up to Adot's interpretation...