Harold simply went to the mess hall and went over his thoughts, as well as the current events. Thinking, [color=fff79a]Well that was fucking crazy. I wonder what I should do after I get my stuff...[/color], as he looked under the table he was sitting at for something. He easily found what he was looking for; a box titled 'Care Package <3 -B' in yellow marker scribbles. 'B' was one of his rarely seen military friends, this box was him simply returning a little favor. Possibly involving drugs. Maybe.

He opened it viciously, quickly, and got out its' contents: [i]Delicious food.[/i] Five small packets of his favorite 'cheap meal'. [color=ed1c24]NUKE NOODLES[/color]! With a tag-line that accurately described the taste, [color=ed1c24]"CALL DOWN THE FLAVOR!"[/color], they were surprisingly good, especially when further spicified (and washed down) with what else was in the box. [color=ed1c24]MURDERSAUCE[/color] brand chemically altered 'Martian Gutbuster' pepper-sauce. This stuff, in terms of hotness, was actually comparable to police-grade pepper spray. Harold fucking loved the pain.

It also had three bottles of his favorite drink, which was oddly tame compared to what else was in there. Just orange juice. He fucking loved orange juice too. [color=fff79a]Good pains and orange juice... All that a developing man needs![/color] he jokingly thought to himself as he opened up a bottle and took a few sips. [color=fff200]"'Least I had my orange juice I guess."[/color] he audibly said to himself before laughing a little, an awkward semi-smile forming. He soon noticed new people coming in! [i]OH[/i]! He hadn't introduced himself to these new arrivals! Shit, how embarrassing! He decided to stop what he was doing immediately and look for the two new fellows. He thinks there were at least two, right? He got up and walked over to the girl that was coming into the Mess-hall.

With his odd, permanently angry looking face and mildly weird speech (on top of just being a pretty big guy), he would likely be quite imposing, and perplexing, as he brought one of his bottles of... Orange-juice of all things to this new arrival. [color=fff200]"Uhh... Hey there! I'm Koehler. Yeah, Nerve damage, just gonna answer that question right there. Happens when you got punched in the face as much as I did. Hah. Orange juice?"[/color]

He forgot Ritsu was there for a second as well, and remembered to salute, a little after he introduced himself. [color=fff200]"Uhh... Liutenant Ritsu."[/color], he let out while doing his best to stand tall.