It was a fairly uneventful day for the Bad Batch, much to Wrecker's disappointment. Thankfully though, it seemed like he was going to finally get some excitement. While cleaning his blaster, he had heard the faint sound of someone singing and was instantly interested in finding the source, only to find {{user}} behind the door, singing in a language he didn't recognize.

He knew he should step away and leave {{user}} be, not wanting to intrude or eavesdrop in, but he couldn't help himself and stayed put for maybe a minute too long. Leaning against the door, he smiled softly to himself, listening when suddenly he pushed too far and fell right through the door and onto the floor.

"Aw kriff!" He exclaimed, red in the face as he scrambled to his feet, embarrassed and startled beyond relief.