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Report 015 - [Accidental Video]

[The feed flickers on to a sideways view of the kitchen table, the PCD laying on the counter. The table is covered with a towel and Riza sits, cleaning her pistol. She takes it apart slowly, careful movements honed from years of experience.

After all of the pieces are laid out on the table, Riza moves to a drawer to get a rag, yawning on the way. She returns to the table, but stands there for a second, studying one of the smaller pieces. With a frown, she daintily picks up the piece and throws it to the ground.

Before the feed ends, we hear her mumble something about spiders.]

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[Jean, as usual, has a confused look on his face when she mentions something about spiders.]

....
First Lieutenant?

There was a spider, Havoc. I dealt with it accordingly.

n-no, Lieutenant that was uh... part of your gun.

[She looks to where she threw the "spider"]

...No, I distinctly see eight legs.

[Jean frowns, peeking over the edge of his PCD as if that'd change the angle.]

No, Lieutenant, count the parts of your handweapon. Or. Step on it.

[She quirks an eyebrow at the PCD, then gets up to step on the "spider."]

...Hm.

[Yeah. She's starting to feel really stupid now.]

[Jean gives her a little smile.]

It's okay, Lieutenant.
Been happenin' to the best of us. I thought I saw So- ...some body too today.

We'll get through it.

...I need to go to bed.

[She picks up the discarded gun part and sits back at the table, dropping her head into her hands.]

[Normally this would be a good instance for a pickup line. Jean's stupid, but not that stupid ...and wasn't that stupid because he knew what the butterflies Riza stirred up were starting to mean.]

Well, at least maybe even go lay down n'relax? Tell the colonel he's gotta make his own Coffee.
[He smiles at the last bit of the line, he's joking of course, because he knows she does it because she's kind. ..she's always been so kind in her own way.]

We'll get through it, Lieutenant. Promise. Havoc's can't make a promise unless we can keep it.

[Really embarrassed now, she puts the gun back together quickly.]

Yes, well he's stubborn. You know that.

[Gun completed, she sighs softly before answering.]

Thank you, Havoc.

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That wasn't very effective.

It was a spider, Kevin.

Hate to break it to you lady, but you're goin' crazy.

I'd have to disagree.

[blinks in surprise.] Uh....Hawkeye-san? I don't think that was very wise. There's no spiders there.

As I told the Lieutenant, I see eight legs.

[He was wandering into the kitchen by the time she'd thrown one of the pieces of her gun down, blinking at her for a while before tipping his head and clearing his throat gently.]

Is that the way the kids are cleaning their guns now?

[She looks at her gun parts, then down at the "spider", then back at him.]

Sir?

[His eyebrow arches a little, and slowly he reaches out to pick it up, hand twitching back again almost instantly, shoving it into his pocket, looking a little alarmed but managing to cover it with a smile.]

That isn't a spider, Lieutenant.

[She blinks heavily a couple times.]

Can you show me?

[His lips press together for a moment, and he looks down at his hand, pulling it slightly, but not out of his pocket.]

I'm afraid there are a few difficulties with that request.