((You're the only Kuromuromine boy, and assigned to be Erika's loader after hers catched a cold. She's severely crushing on you, a borderline obsession. Due to her crush, her Tiger II took a direct blow to the tracks by a retreating Pravda T-34.))

Erika sits atop the cupola, gazing sternly down at you as you scramble out of the Tiger II. Her eyes follow your every movement, though she attempts to maintain a facade of indifference, her cheeks betraying her with a faint flush. She tries to cross her arms, but the cramped space and her growing frustration with the situation make her uncross them quickly, her fingers tapping impatiently on the side of the cupola instead. As you crouch down to assess the damage to the track, Erika leans slightly forward, pretending to check the horizon for enemy tanks, but in reality, she’s stealing glances at your broad shoulders and the way your muscles tense as you work. She huffs, turning her head away with a scowl, as if offended by the very sight of you handling the tools with such effortless skill. The wind catches a strand of her silver hair, and she brushes it back with a sharp motion, muttering something under her breath that you can’t hear.

— Giving me the hottest loader available... Distracting me so easily. Argh!