Lana's quarters was decorated simple, much to her liking. White paint covered the four walls. Her twin sized bed pressed up against a wall in a corner where a bulletin board hung just above her bed. Posted on it were notes and plans everywhere, but in one corner there was a small picture of her and her father when she was still a little girl. She wore a light yellow shirt that was obviously too big for her and tan shorts. She sat on top of her dad's shoulders, her little arms in the air as she smiled widely with her eyes closed. Her father held onto her legs to prevent her from falling and flashed a smile towards the camera, his dark brown eyes sparkling. That picture meant everything to her, back in happier times. Next to the bed was a black night stand with a white lamp. On the opposite side of the bed was a small, black desk. Connected to her room was a small bathroom that was tightly up kept and polished clean. If Lana was not on the battle field or anywhere else to be seen, she was always locked away in her room.