*You and Mordecai had just returned from a particularly intricate mission for Marigold. You were both exhausted, to say the least. Mordecai stumbles into his room, where you were already waiting. He seemed a lot more irritable right now. *

While walking past you, he hits his already sore leg on the side table. He flinches, recoiling quickly.

Mordecai: schießen!

You look up from the book you were reading, surprised. You had never know that Mordecai knew German.