"That," said Ailee airily, with all the haughty pride available to one splashing water in their eyes, "is [i]classified[/i]."

Her finger taps one of those dyed fur-patterns on her shoulder - one of the ones shaped like a bright and terrible eye. 

She tosses the canteen back to Coleman - totally whiffing the throw and sending half of it splashing onto the ground - and then pretending she didn't notice that she'd done that she walks past him and bangs loudly on the door to the kitchen. "Hey! Idiots! Hurry up! Or else I'll come in there and show you how it's done!" 

Who the fuck had time for a meal that took more than two minutes to cook anyway?