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A passing remark from the ‘young’ nurse earned a smile from Brent. Was she like this because they both had white smears, and thus, were less likely to go ballistic at such a comment? Or was she like this because she was super stressed over all the people who were about to require medical attention? Indeed, the contradiction between wishing they all died and trying to prevent their death probably fucked up her psyche quite a bit.

[color=B0C4DE]“Thanks for not sending me there!”[/color] he called out as she rushed away, before turning to Sophie and shrugging helplessly.

Well, there were people like that. That’s why it’s good to smile in such scenarios. Maybe next time, he should get the nurse a box of chocolates, as thanks for not poisoning him in his sleep. Any of the hospital staff could certainly do that, after all, so undoubtedly, for all her thorns, Margaret wasn’t THAT stupid.

Any chance of further conversation, though, was cut off by the next person, a young soldier that handed them their room assignments. It didn’t include his prospective roommates, of course, which ultimately made Brent ambivalent to it all. Suite 330? Third floor then. Maybe a good view of…what, the rest of the facility? At least there was a map. Tucking it away in his pocket, Brent turned back to the soldier, acknowledging the instructions with a nod. [color=B0C4DE]“Aight boss,”[/color] he replied, [color=B0C4DE]“We’ll keep that in mind. You seem like a cool dude. See you around, yeah?”[/color]

With Menagerie dropping monster bombs and shit, hopefully it was a good sign that this particular soldier wasn’t on the frontlines yet. A rookie, hm? Would be nice to learn to shoot shit from him. Committing that babyface to memory, Brent turned back to Sophie, ready to finally guide her to the lower floors and the gym, when the third strange encounter occurred.

A whistling individual, wrapped up in gray cloth. Almost like a mummy, if Brent had to guess. Definitely someone with a memorable appearance. Made the amethyst-eyed youth jealous in a certain way. If circumstances were less frantic, no doubt, many people would be giving this person looks. And…that smile. That was certainly a smile that would remain in his memory. A chill ran up his spine as that individual passed, his first taste of a truly irregular existence within USARILN East.

It was…exhilarating. Another individual to ask about, huh?

[color=B0C4DE]“To you as well,”[/color] Brent said, mimicking its gesture, flashing his own white, straight teeth. Definitely made him curious. Super duper curious. Might even have made him want to go after that person, ask them what their deal was, if he didn’t have prior engagements.

Ah, so much to learn, so much to do, so much to s-

It was slightly, but, despite the general buzz of activity all around them, his ears caught it. The gurgling of an empty stomach. Instinctively, his eyes flickered back to Sophie and forcefully, his eyes turned back to that strange individual. No point in making things even more awkward by making it clear that he noticed the rumbling of her stomach, after all.

[color=B0C4DE]“Hm…actually, change of plans. Wanna go eat something first, Sophie? Feel sorta hungry on my end, actually, and exercising on an empty stomach is pretty terrible, all things considered. Not like there were any in-transit meals during the truck ride and all…”[/color]

He considered how long it had been since he had even eaten anything, before nodding vigorously.
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“Yeah, shit, I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Whatcha say?”[/color]