Freyr was walking on the dirt road that lead from shell town towards the Jails of Yotsuba. Currently she hand't changed anything about her outfit except for leaving her coat behind as it lost its left sleeve. Her left arm however is currently in a sling that is around her neck as the medic threatened to chase her and stick more syringes in her that a porcupine would think her a member of its race. So Freyr complied. Who knew doctors could be so scary? 

Freyr was annoyed at the fact she had a sling around her arm and neck, if only for the fact how annoying it was to carry. While she could turn it all into gunpowder and carry it that way, she couldn't do that to the actual sling. So overall, all it would do is hinder her in a fight. 

Other then the new addiction of the sling she also had on, she was wearing the black tank top she wore under her coat normally that was now fully revealed now that he coat was gone. The tank top was a rather standard one, one you would see people use as an undershirt or a workout shirt.

The tank top itself showed off her surprisingly muscular arms. They didn't bulge like Kolby's or Vincent, but they still look very capable. The tank top also showed off her abs that were in a six pack showing that she had obviously trained her body quite a lot. It also shows off a bit of the tops of her modest breasts that she doesn't seem concerned about for being forced to show them.

Freyr was walking towards the prison, plans already forming in her head on how to actually deal with the situation. She had informed the base using Paul's den den mushi that she and Kolby would handle the prison while the rest of the recruits deal with securing shell town. After that she grabbed Kolby and set out, determined to take the prison without delay as well as fast. They needed to reinforce the Base, else they be overrun and the entire island be lost.
 

Freyr was currently coming up with a plan to actually siege the jail, as she had no doubt that the Clown Pirates had reinforced their position if they had secured the jail. If they didn't then they were probably long gone on their way to help in the attack on the marine base. Considering how it took about an hour to secure shell town, it was highly doubtful that a highly defended position like the jail was COMPLETELY overrun. What was most likely was that the pirates were regrouping their force that attacked the jail before moving together to reinforce the group attacking the base. 

Freyr's face was scrunched up at the thought but continued planning, moving the cigarette that was on the right side of her mouth to the left using only her jaw and tongue. Taking a long drag, she sighs out the smoke in exasperation as she continued planning the best course of action.

"Excuse me Ms.Preden!." Freyr's line of thought was interrupted as a voice called out to her. She would look over her should but keep walking as they didn't have any real time to spare as the island could fall at any moment. 

"Walk and talk , we're wasting daylight." Freyr was say before turning her attention forward again. "This also be important, because I don't have time to waste on little things here." Freyr would say, her voice cold as she had plans she needed to think out.

"Ensign Emil Hyune. My ship coming from the grandline heard about the events here. I've come to offer assistance." Freyr would stop and look at Emil with an eyebrow raised as she actually gave him a once over, noting everything on his person.

"Grandline? Well you must be competent at least if you're coming from there." She would turn back forward and keep walking, a smirk on her face. "Kolby, debrief Emil on what has happened, I'm redoing my plans to account for him." Freyr would say without so much of a glance at Kolby as she begins gnawing on her cigarette thinking hard as she walked. 
 

Freyr was honestly not paying a single bit of attention to the conversation Kolby and Emil were having. She was to busy running different battle plans through her head. Freyr honestly didn't think charging in there was honestly a bad idea, considering that she herself were immune to most traditional weapons (cannonballs not included) so she honestly weren't worried for her safety. What she was worried about were Emil and Kolby. They couldn't just turn into dust and reform as nothing even happened, they had to actually block or dodge the attacks. So that made fighting in close quarters where someone could jump out and attack really easy. 

Freyr stops in place putting her right hand on her chin rubbing it. She would stand there for about a minute or two before turning to look back at Emil, having stopped rubbing her chin. "Emil, what can you do combat wise?" She would say. Emil being the key part of her plans, as she had no idea what he was capable of, only the fact that was probably a hand to hand fighter or a devil fruit fighter going by the fact he carried no obvious weapons.

Freyr would look at Emil with a gleam in her eye, a gleam that practically yelled she was already deciding what to play first with a new doll or toy she got as a present. Freyr would also shift her weight to her right foot, having her left one pointing towards the way towards the hail.
 

Shrugging her shoulder so the sling was more comfortable, wincing as she was hit by a bit of pain, she was about to speak to Emil and Kolby about her plan, when Vincent came running.

Freyr was looking up at Emil, which all this looking up is going to make her neck go out. She has to look up at Emil, Kolby, and now Vincent? Her neck would go out by the time she was 25, she had no doubt. Maybe she should make a rule when she becomes commodore or captain that anyone that is taller then her on the crew needs to either hunch over to her eye level, or crouch? Who knows but it sure as hell is going to annoy her that SHE is going to be short when she is average height. While it might annoy her, its better then her neck going out that is for damn sure. 

With an annoyed tsk, she turns to Vincent with a sort of annoyed look and a sort of look that she sympathized with him. But as his commanding officer she would need to actually deal with him, else set a bad example. She did however have respect for his conviction, like he was actually ready to throw his life away for people...Or by going up against her, you can never be sure.

Freyr puts on her Officer voice, basically her normal one except with some authoritative thrown into it."Well then...Recruit? Damn, I don't know the Militia ranks. Whatever, Recruit Vincent, while I do sympathize with you and I can tell by your voice that you are willing to help in whatever way you can. But I can't accept the help of anyone who would date refuse orders from a direct superior. So for insubordination I hereby strip you of your right to call yourself a militia men." Freyr would say with an angry face.

Freyr then does a full three hundred and sixty degree spin, before looking back at with a curious face. She would give Vincent a once over, before grinning and saying. "Hey there civilian, you look strong, wanna help me and my men take over a hostile jail where we may or may not bash head and have a maybe great time? All you gotta do is sign up to join the marines! Which we can finalize after we deal wit the jail!" She would have a humerus look in her eye as she says all this, with her right hand extended out in a handshake.

However Freyr caught something in the corner of her eye that would make her blood burn like fire. At first she thought it couldn't be true, because why would one be on this practically no named island in the west blue? What she saw, was a man with an armed escort, and the notorious Fishbowl on their head. She saw a Celestial Dragon. 

Freyr would instantly salute picture perfect, all the humor instantly replaced with a serious expression. She would have a stoic expression on her face, as it was all business now. Hopefully this would not end with her and her new men being executed, or worse her being forced to be a wife to a Celestial Dragon. What caught her attention was the fact that the man in gold armor was back. However the Vice Admiral and the purple man thing were no where to be seen.

When Meji revealed their intentions she a few sweat drops peppered her forehead. When Peeper spoke his mind so casually Freyr felt like she was about to watch her comrade die for possibly insulting a Celestial Dragon. So she was getting herself ready to literally take the bullet. So she readied herself to get in between the Celestial Dragon and Kolby, should anything even seemingly dangerous be shot, flown, or even rush towards Kolby, she would get in the way to protect him.