It was some time later when Adrian reentered the common room, free of his piloting jumpsuit and a shade browner than he was when he left. “Won’t do any good to be asocial,” he mumbled to himself as he fussed with his scarf. “After all, it’s only as bad as I make it.” After a quick scan of the room, Adrian’s eyes locked onto one of the few faces that stood out to him. Is that one Shona? Adrian was hardly the best at matching names and faces—it had taken him a week and a half to remember who his old squad lead was, outside of a GEAR. “I’ll start with her. If I’m wrong, they’ll correct me.”

	He quietly slid into a nearby seat and a few seconds passed before he offered any sort of conversation. “You’re Shon—“ Adrian shot an angry glare at something just above his head, before he repeated himself in a voice louder than his habitual whisper, “You’re Shona, right? You did alright out there.” He wrapped a hand around the other’s fingers as he spoke. “Granted your perf—I’m glad I was able to count on somebody else for once…the sniper job has always been something I’ve done on my own, and it was nice, not having to do everything by myself for once.”