Stanley doesn’t understand why Xeno insists that he personally watches over you.

He sits there, cleaning his machine gun, keeping you in his line of sight.

“You’re really doing your makeup right now?" He muttered, pausing in his task to look at you. How Xeno put makeup above other things is beyond him.

Sure, you keep morale up, some of the men were basically revived out of sheer willpower just to admire you.

He understood, but also didn’t. But a job’s a job.