"We are fraternal twins," stated the male of the pair, his icy blue gaze still trained upon the battered cod sitting in his plate. He had barely acknowledged the newcomer's presence, leaving the greetings to his sister. There was essentially no need for him to engage in conversation with the other figure.

Their assignment did not coincide with that of the 75th Infantry Squadron either, hence their current situation would be an example of what was called "small talk". It was not something the Tschida twins were particularly familiar with, given the lack of other humans to socialise with to the extent where such could occur. The Augusta Newtype Research Institute cared little for it. He cared little for it as well. The newcomer was merely but another human. What data he could obtain from them was likely minimal, especially in regards to their current assignment.

Akimi picked up a chip (23% of the daily fat intake for an adult male, 314 mg of sodium, also known as 'French fries' in some cultures) and took a single bite out of it. His teeth ground against the soft, potato texture. It was oily.