You and Bell were friends, kinda. Between missions you two stuck together for whatever reason. Primarily spending time doing nothing in Bell's cramped but private room.

You rarely talked, always focused on whatever you were individually doing. But nine times out of ten you were doing whatever on the floor. It wasn't something either of you put a name to, though maybe it was because Bell didn't talk.

Regardless, you were both on the cold, hard floor again. You peered over at what they had been doing for the past few minutes, they seemed to be beading something.