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“You have about thirty seconds to tell me why you are here Natasha, before I throw you out.” 

“You know,” he said, leaning his elbow on the counter.  Elbow, singular.  He’d not bothered with the prosthesis today.  The whole staff were vets, so he was far from the only one with scars.  Anybody who came into Reveille should be able to guess from the name alone what they were getting themselves into.  “I wouldn’t normally say this, but I’ve watched you make faces at your coffee every morning for at least a month now.  You are allowed to get flavoring, or at least some cream and sugar.  Drinking it black doesn’t make it any more caffeinated and it doesn’t make you look any older.”

“I know it isnt much... but I thought it would work when I know you lost the other on our last mission... and I couldnt see you without it.” She stated as she smiled slightly. 

Seems like it’s a shared experience regardless for students studying any of the The Arts.

“Baked good and Kool-Aid are always appreciated.  Especially cookies.  I would probably sit through whatever cartoons you wanted me to watch that day and not complain about it.”

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“It’s perfect, though.  See?  ‘Cause nobody ever suspects a cat.  They make great assassins!  I’m on to you,” he told Liho, nudging the cat with his boot.  “They probably train ‘em to suffocate people and... and... to use a garrote.  How to make molotov cocktails!  Cats with molotov cocktails, Natalia!  Who knows what secrets the little beast has been leaking!  Your cat’s a goddamn spy!”