>>45 Thank you Mimi. Let me just clarify a few of your questions. Medic was working away in the lab for several weeks before announcing the 'gift' to the team. They're used to his periodic projects. Scout never denied knowing where she was from, but dodged the question. He probably prefers not to think about it, invoking the wilful ignorance so easy in youth. Engie isn't saying much, but has no problem with lying; he's found it's easier to get along with everyone else if he plays the genial good ol' boy, even if he knows much more than he's letting on. The runaway-that-was mainly hid during the day, and came out after dark to forage in the kitchen. Mainly in an effort to avoid being spotted by Admin. Most interactions with her therefore (Heavy's among others) took place late at night. Heavy knows his voice gets loud, so he tried to keep it down to avoid waking anyone. This next bit I've taken as far as I can at the moment (brain fried from work, alas). Apologies for perceived lacks. :( ____ Poulette - critère de Griffith - quatre **** You requested this meeting, RECRUIT. I am in the middle of patrol, so make it SNAPPY. I have things to do! Rockets to polish and boots to FEED to THOSE SCUMBA- What do you mean, her? You WILL ADDRESS HER AS BEFITS HER RANK, RECRUIT! The LADY JUSTICE is SWEET, and PURE, and ON OUR SIDE. We are HER SWORD and her SHIELD. Though blind, her HELM will SHINE before us, her WINGS will carry us to VICTORY and HER SONG will ECHO over the sunrise. Like at Iwo Jima. YOU KNOW IWO JIMA, DON’T YOU, MAGGOT? HER SCARS are marks of VALOUR, signs symbolic of our SUFFERING for her CAUSE. We are LUCKY to have her, RECRUIT. She has manifested and BESTOWED upon us her OWN WHITE LIMBS as our REWARD. Her presence bodes WELL for our SUCCESS! Capturing all the intelligence and BLOWING our enemies to BLOODY SMOKING GOBBETS! Because SUN TZ- WHAT. Oh. Um. RIGHT. When I go to see the LADY JUSTICE, I make sure everything is CLEAN and and parade ready. A GOOD SOLDIER ALWAYS KEEPS HIS KIT READY! I’ll even SHAVE! Shave and POLISH EVERYTHING! And I always fall out after battle to bring her a flower. Ahem. Ladies like flowers. The last one? I marched out sixteen miles to find, and carried back in my canteen. THE BEST MILITARY MINDS ARE FLEXIBLE! AND IMPROVISE! And ARE NOT DEFEATED IN ADVERSITY. We are here to BALANCE her SCALES! Now, boy, you’ll give HER RESPECT, or I will ask Sargeant Shovel here to have a real in-depth-RESPECTFUL CONVERSATION with your BRAIN PAN! DO YOU HEAR ME? DIS-MISSED.