It was entirely possible that Jeremy was going to catch a lot of hell for not forcibly sending her right back where she'd come from with as many men as it'd take to keep her compliant, but that was a Jeremy problem and not a Charlie problem. Right now, despite all her badass attitude, all she was concerned about was Bass. It caused her expression to soften just the slightest when he told her where he was - his tent, not the medical tent - and she gave him the smallest of smiles.

"Thank you, Jeremy."

For more than just telling her, that much was obvious. She gave her uncle a look; she didn't need his help to go across however many feet it was and she didn't want him to come. He could stand there and glower at Jeremy as much as he wanted, but she was going to the General's tent and what the guards saw heading in their direction was five feet, five inches of determined marching in their direction. She didn't slow down or stop, she simply moved as if she intended to walk right through the front of it.

What she'd find inside might not be something she's prepared for.