I take a look back into the room. Goddamn, this team is a mess. Three of the pilots were off arguing and Lenta is in the corner holding his face with his hands.
It was agonizing to see the nut-jobs off in their "educational discussion" while Lenta was left to take the crap for himself.
"Hey, come on." I pat him on the shoulder. Something didn't seem right, however. He looked way too bony. "Holy stuff, have you been eating at all?"
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