"...Bite what? Are you offering me dinner?", asks Lizzie as she chugs down the pitiful sized glass on her way to the table. She then snaps her fingers, apparently confusing a pilot that walks past her as some kind of waiter. "Be a dear and bring me another, jjja?"
The pilot, obviously disgruntled as he was just returning from a rather perilous mission, simply throws the glass against the wall, shattering it, while profusely swearing in Rheinlander. McLowell's eyes are shining with admiration. "Rheinlander culture is so amazing to observe!"
Freya then asks her question after the commotion, to which Lizzie immediatly proudly stands up. "To protect this waiter's future, of course!", she points to the pilot she just offended, who flips the bird at her as a reply. "And yours, and yours, and yours!", she starts pointing to everyone in the room, climbing on the table to prove her point and determinism, her large dress blocking the view of Freya and Sarah.
"Indeed! I am here to fight, just like any of you!"
