Granger marches into the room. In contrast to our first and so far only encounter at Camp Black, today she is not wearing the combat gear, but sportswear. In her case, mud-caked trainers, tight black running pants, and a dark grey sports bra. Her midriff is bare and she, too, is sweaty. The bun on top of her head is messy, with a few strands of hair clinging to her temples in damp waves. I can make out a few small, black numerals on her rib cage. A tattoo?