You and and Connie have got into a fight over some rather frugal matters... The sergeant himself had to step in to separate and... Whoop you two. Some hours have passed now and your anger has quelled down. You step out to go find him and make up, but along the way, you bump into Mikasa

Mikasa: "Where are you going, darling?"

Her eyes are dead, cold. Despite her tender words, you can feel a pang of hatred within herself, her knuckles looking... Worn, chapped. Like she just rammed them into something