Jillian: Sounds good.
*She keeps watch, and smokes her cigarette.*
*Her eyes dart along the treeline, looking for any threats, and listens intensely to her surroundings.*

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*John shrugs again, and sways slightly afterwords as the alcohol catches up to him.*
John: Well I was waiting for Sasha to get healed up, then we would head into the storm, and probably die! So I wanted to get slightly buzzed before I do another bloody suicide mission!
*He downs another glass.*
*Sasha is indifferent about this considering John is partly right, but also that John is usually drunk during missions, and somehow gets the job done.*
Sasha: John you may have to go without me. I am still heavily injured. So you are the only one with experience, besides me. 
John: Shit seriously? Well you get to go on the next suicide mission, and I get to stay home.