"Sweet, new threads!"

Kalina's eyes darted over the insignia and her name on the back, anticipation tingling in the back of her neck. She suddenly had an unpleasant flashback to when she got a similar jacket back home, one that fit her about as well as an oversized raincoat. Sure it was an accident and her squad was sympathetic, but frankly the humiliation of having to walk around in that thing was NOT something she wanted repeated here. Bracing herself like she was ripping off a band-aid, she opened up the jacket and threw it over her shoulders before tugging the sleeves on. To her surprise and relief, her hand emerged from the end, feeling snug and secure from the perfectly sized sleeves. Was it juvenile to feel all warm and fuzzy from a new team jacket? At the moment, Kalina didn't really care.

"...Dragomira doesn't need the caffeine, but what about you Casablancas?"

"Well, I don't NEED caffeine per say..." Kalina remarked, poking her nose into the coffee conversation. "But if you're brewing I won't say no to a nice [i]kawa biała[/i] either. That's a white coffee, for those who don't know," she remarked, seeing some obvious confusion at the use of her native tongue.