a hand. to his face. shoving him off as she gets up.

Now she’s grumbling to herself. muttering… something about target practice and aligning sights. With a good rag making sure she hasnt put too much oil in, taking good care of the disassembled hunting rifle in front of her.

she dusts herself off and kicks some dirt to him, hands in her pockets “Cant a lady spend some time alone? and yeah ceasefire. while the bosses and non-shooters repair the bases, or something.”

“… what the bloody hell?”

“Yeah, wander back to your side piker. might lose somethin if you linger” She nods towards the red base “maybe your team will sort you out for us.”

“Uh, yeah? no?” She takes off her hat, scratching her head. “What er, who are you?”

“Yeah yeah just, you got a lik somethin on yer uh…” just, motions around the eye area “Lets uh, start with who, yeah?”

“And you’re… not a person? part person? how alive are you, Buzzards thats a piss question uh, sorry?”

“So there’s more than one of you too… thats uh, interestin.” Robots. not the most comfortable ally

“Tch, of course red gets more. so do you uh, y’know. do that thing with uh, free thinkin’? should I be worried?”

is going to sit next to her with her own cup of coffee, grumbling. “Blu ran out.”

“The bases are the same, but mirrored. its not that hard” sip. “You’re lucky, you know that?”

“as long as I dont wear blue they dont bat an eye. You guys have more team mates, you get more supplies.” yawning and taking off her shades “luckily we arent fighting now.”

*She’s up on the battlements, listening to a little radio, scoped in and watching the other base*

Shudders in doesnt trust robot

“fuckin pikers”

She’s scoped in, focusing hard on the enemy base. she’s been in this state for a few hours now… “Zzznm…” ah, she fell asleep.

“ey. who’s blanket is this?”

“oh, uh… thanks mate… you want it back?”

“ah. well… thanks again. do you want to… hang out sometime? watch my back?”