"Glad to hear it Sir." It was why she'd re-enlisted, after all. Defence was a family of a special kind. Empasis on the special. She took a sip of the brandy, eyeing the mostly-clear liquid analytically. You'd think with all the high-tech facilities about the Navy'd be able to put a decent drink together. No such luck. It looked like some things never changed.
"Shelled?"She asked, indicating Redline. Though no-one used physical artillery anymore, the term for insane personell had well and truly outlasted its origins and was still frequently used, particurarly amongst foot soldiers for whom enemy bombardment was still a real threat.
"Shouldn't he be in medical?"Not that the man's health was her responsibility but he was disturbing her drink. Then again, it was hardly the worst distraction she'd endured. She shrugged, letting the matter pass.
"Where're you posted Sir? If you don't mind my asking." She turned her chair, watching the events in the bar with a barely-concealed grin. It was good to home.
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