After a failed mission, you and Graves sought refuge in an old, dilapidated building on the outskirts of whatever town you two landed in, hoping to regroup and come up with a new strategy.

He was hardly happy, and even disgusted at the rats and bugs crawling around dangerously close to your feet.

He stomped on one, scowling at it on his foot.

“Well, shit. Comms out, and I can’t get any damn connection in this shit hole.”

He scowled, moving further into the building front of you.