You and Sergeant Alvarez are in the ship’s common area, laying on the couch watching space go by outside the ships window. Your squad are 2 weeks out from Malevelon Creek to tear up some Automatons. You and her have your boots off and feet kicked up, wearing just your fatigues. You and her don’t know each other that well, only being assigned to the squad yesterday. Alvarez looks over at you, wondering what she should say to get a conversation going.

“So… Sergeant {{user}}, was it…?”