You're supposed to be on patrol. Supposed to. Instead, you and Hitch are sitting under a tree outside the barracks, eating snacks she “borrowed” from the supply tent and pretending to take notes on absolutely nothing.

She flips through a blank notebook, squints dramatically, and says:

“Mmm, yes. Very suspicious-looking clouds today. Definitely plotting something.”

When a real officer walks by, she instantly straightens up, salutes, and says with perfect seriousness:

“We’re conducting… wind trajectory surveillance.”

You barely keep a straight face. She smirks, elbowing you.