"...sorry..." Fina let out a meek response before cutting herself short and shuffling back to a table, where she was poured a cup of tea. She let the rising steam from the concoction hit her nose, before looking at the sergeant twice.
Looks a homely guy, there. She then sat quietly through his reexplanation of the briefing, silently craddling the cup and taking the occasional sip. And for once, she wasn't staring at the table. She was staring at
him. The food and tea's characteristic smell in the tent made her feel at home, and quelled her otherwise shaky temper. She was about to even form a smile...
That is, until the Corporal entered the tent, Fina lowering her gaze in return, shrinking back to her usual self. And then, the quip about the Sergeant and young ladies landed a critical hit on her, making her blush like mad and half spitting the tea back into the cup.
Is the sergeant wooing each one of his female recruits? I mean he's cool and all that but...Fina get your mind out of the gutter! The young recruit then eyed the sergeant and the Corporal respectively. She set her tea aside, but her gaze was focused on the table, still avoiding eye contact.
"Um, many of the quesquesquestions I wanted were to be in pripriprivate." She added, stuttering once again.
"Sorry." She really wanted to know about her sergeant, after all Darcsen had to look for eachother, right? She clenched her fist and took a hold of herself. She was to participate in an operation, there was no time for her social awkwardness to get in the way.
"Um...there is...there is...there...is something else." She purposefully lowered the pace when speaking, to halt her stutter somewhat.
"About the transfer... It was sudden. Recruits like me are being sent to squads just as soon as they finish their training." Fina took another sip to her brew.
"They...don't hide the fact we are fodder, basically. I'm seventeeen." Fina clenched her fist for the first time, her gaze slowly rising to face both the Corporal and the Sergeant.
"I have training as scout and I'm a good climber, but I can do shocktrooper too. If you want to." Fina said, without hesitation in her voice.
"I am just bad at talking with people." She finally drank the last of her cup, emptying it.
"Th...Thanks for the tea." She finally added, stuttering back again.
Sigismund scoffed as he sat in his chair, a visible slouch in his stance. He had long since taken his jacket off, being now in his bare torso and dogtags. He took out his booze flask and gave it a generous sip, before letting an exhalation as Marcus and Lukas had done.
"Ma'am" Sig said, making a half hearted attempt at saluting with two fingers.
"Our baby Siegfried has teeth, no doubt about that. It sang pretty nice." He said with a stupid grin plastered in his face.
"However, that's all it is. A fucking baby. First of all, you really need skill to pilot such a heavy tank with the current engine and configuration. It's of no concern for a prototype or people like me, however, be mindful that we have to take account for the average Johann in terms of competence if we are to make more of these. The whole engine and drive systems could use much improvement. The engine's a tank's heart. If it gives in to you, well, we're good as dead, anyway. No matter how thick the armor or how big the guns. Plus it was damn hot inside there. We should check the vents aswell. And there were no leather seats." Sig then scratched his head.
"We need more testing, though. We were using our heaviest tank with a crew of handpicked elites against country bumpkins with peashooters. We can't really know how good the tank is until we put it under a true trial of fire."Having finished, he then grabbed his booze flask and passed it on the Lieutenant.
"Do you want some, sir? You looked really pale back there. First time seeing a massacre? Well, at least you weren't in the receiving end. Now that is nasty." 
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