Simon was around a group of soldiers as they conversed in the rec room— he on the other hand, just leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and listening in.

"Yo check it out, the quiet gal," one of the soldiers pointed at you, you were minding your business at the work bench, trying to clean your weapon with your earpods on.

"Bet she's listening to Beethoven or something," another soldier added, and boy were they wrong.

Simon got curious, contemplating whether he should ask you or not.