Claes raised an eyebrow and looked back at her men, Bianchi spoke up quickly, "They drink more than enough already, ma'am" she offered bluntly, Claes nodded and looked back to Carol, "They are fine, but please.. I will take you up on that, show me what this atrocious construction can whip up" she said with a smile defying her irritation of having to deal with the machine once more.
"Commandante!" Captain Bianchi said loudly as Claes and Carol began to walk away, forgetting herself she lowered her volume quickly under Claes' scornful glare, "uh, ma'am which table will you be seated at?" she asked looking forward, hands behind her back. Claes was a little displeased at being shouted at but didn't mention it. "That one, by the window so I dont feel so enclosed.." She announced and turned back to Ms Horner with a smile as they returned to the bar.
Bianchi turned around to the rest of the marines whom were all snickering at her making an ass of herself, sneering that is until they noticed the captain was staring at them. "Right... Bruno, Greco stand guard at the table, Ramirez you're with me" she commanded and walked to the other side of the room.
With their rifles ready, the two marines stood guard over the table, the last marine following the captain away.
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