[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/pFzWxXS.jpeg[/img][h2]Reprieve[/h2][/center]
[indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre Woods, 7th Supply Camp_
101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1840_ [/code][/indent][hr]

[color=pink]"Ah, just another Capitalist vunder-veapon,"[/color] Sabine retorted with a languid stretch, emphasizing the 'v'. [color=pink]"I'm sure I'll get cored by one sooner or later, but until then- or until I get court martialed-"[/color] with a vault and a leap onto Leah's shoulders, [color=pink]"You're stuck with me!"[/color] Sabine beamed, unabashed and shameless. As Leah had feared, Sabine's ego seemed to only grow bigger with every near death experience.

[color=pink]"To the falls!"[/color] She cackled, her french lilt coming in full, kicking at Leah's shoulders as she pointed the way. [color=pink]"By the way, how come the FNG gets an apology for your space aids but not me? Hm? Hm?"[/color] Sab demanded as the impromptu group made their way to the falls. The waterfall in question was not a grand thing, about three meters wide at the top, pouring water down into the connecting creek with less of a roar and more of a dull, constant patter. It formed a small pool at its base, and the walls of the cove provided some- if not total privacy. What few staff members were present made way for the pilots.

[hr][indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre Woods, 7th Supply Camp_
101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1900_ [/code][/indent][hr]

First of the bathers to return to the barracks tent, but apparently not the first to the tent itself, Sabine huffed as she found an open bunk, toweling her hair with one hand as she tossed a go bag of assorted, randomly put together gear onto her bunk. Sagan was already there, grilling the FNG. She understood the sentiment- the need to make sure the kid was ready to go. After all, the last thing they needed was the FNG breaking in the middle of a fight. The 7th were short staffed as it is, they needed everyone in working order. But there were always things you couldn't force.

[color=pink]"Ah give him a break boss,"[/color] Sabine waved semi-dismissively, [color=pink]"Today wasn't even [i]that[/i] bad, he just needs a few winks of sleep and he'll be right as rain. Probably. 'Sides boss, you look like you could use a few winks yourself."[/color]

Sabine grinned like a little gremlin as she fished a pack of cards out of her bag. [color=pink]"Or we could go swindle the support staff out of their ciggies and Rip-Gel."[/color]