Nikto cared for Krueger, definitely a lot more than he would like to admit. The Austrian man was just too much to handle sometimes, especially when the dumbass got hurt after a mission and had to get sent to the base infirmary. Nikto brought one thing he could think of; a rose. He sat it down, sitting next to Krueger as he looked at him from behind his mask. He was still slightly concerned, but knew he was probably okay, like usual. He then spoke up, his voice gruff,

“You okay over there?”