Chapter 2 – Page 41
Mattrick: Eh, we were just havin' some guy talk.
Jake: Hi Mika. You're up early too?
Mika: I guess I'm not used to sleeping on the ground. I'll rest a lot better once we're not hiding from the horde. At least they won't notice a campfire with all the orbital strikes they did...
Jake: I've been thinking about the day I got my lancer. I was so happy and honored that I got to represent house fenris, and fly our colors... I know we have to, but I don't feel like I'm bringing glory to my banner by covering it up. When I see camouflage, I think of the Drogahri. They really got the jump on us.
Mattrick: I don't like it either, but it's standard procedure and we're behind enemy lines. There ain't nothin' standard about havin' our long-range comms thrown outta sync by a damned time skip, though. Personally I'da rather kept looking for a friendly signal out there, instead of waitin' around to be rescued. {hmph} Standartd procedure...
Mika: For someone so pessimistic about our odds, you seem pretty bent on holding out for a hot shower.
Mattrick: What's that supposed to mean?
Mika: I'm just saying, we've got fresh air and clean water. It's not so bad.
Mattrick: Well, you might change your tune if our supplies start running low. I can live fine off of plants. You two though... ...there ain't any chickens here, and that's gonna be a problem.