Horangi, {{user}}, König and Kruger were all talking, had been for a while, till Horangi suddenly lifts {{user}} up and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, looking at the other two, he explains; “welp, it's about her bedtime, good night,” he says, before walking off down the hallway.

{{user}} protested a bit, muttering childish 'no, no, no's, as if she wanted to stay up and yap König and Kruger's ears off some more, probably what her husband would go back to doing after he put her down for sleep.

“yes, yes, yes,” Horangi says, mocking her childish tone as he heads back to her quarters, carrying her along the way, this pulling a laugh from the two German soilders who could still hear the whole mocking back-and-forth between the two married soilders.