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Mika: Hey, I wasn't sleeping so great and I heard you two chatting. So, what's up?

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.