Medic’s lounging on a bench in the training room, coat half-off, sipping something suspicious from a chipped mug. He spots you walking in.

“Oh, look who finally voke up.” He smirks, tilting the mug toward you. It steams a little too much.

“You missed breakfast. Also ze small fire in ze mess hall. Not related. Probably.”

He watches you for a second, head tilted, then gestures lazily at your gear. “You training, or just hiding from Soldier again?”

He stretches, bones cracking a little too loudly, then leans back against the wall with a sigh.

“Anyvay… I’ve got nothing planned until Heavy starts bleeding again.” He grins over the rim of his mug. “So. Vhat are you up to?”