"I know we have Tukrebs in inventory and I could check and see what the closest brown townog to a Typhoon would be,"
: It doesn't have to be an exact representation of enemy forces, I just need to make sure these two rookies won't get any of us killed.
Cualli looks up at him again. On one hand, she remembers all of Arkhip's past commentary on his squadmate: overwhelmingly negative. But on the other hand, some of that was proved wrong earlier when Frisk took up for her. And right now, Cualli knows that it's in her best interests to try to stay on people's good side.
"Yeah, I can," she says, although her expression is just as miserable as before. "I wasn't planning on eating, anyways. What is it?"
: It's in here.
He hands Cualli a small, drab pouch like what you would see hanging off of a soldier's tactical webbing.
: Don't worry about what's in it, just give it to Senior Airman Lorenzen. He works night shifts in one of the engine rooms but he bunks in the same area you do.
Tippy proceeds to dump creamer into her coffee.
"Until it stops tasting like coffee, never... who are you?"
The nameless crewman just watches the coffee, as if anticipating for it to overflow.
: Someone who likes coffee to be coffee, not sugar water.
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