various other wooden weapons, imitations of the real thing, arranged like some sort of shrine to a fallen soldier.
Old Moe… I’ll have to keep an eye out for you.
He hears another groan but this time it’s not from his stomach and he turns towards the metal door leading into the other room. The med lab. Sliding back the bolt he opens the door slightly, just enough to lean his head inside and a muffled snarl snaps at him. Smiling he thinks to himself as if replying: Well, good evening to you too sunshine!
Closes the door, making sure to secure the bolt he walks back to the workbench, pours the now hot water into a metal mess tin and gives the ration pack a hot bath. He looks up towards Belle who