You were a member of the TF141, a weird one but tolerated by most. You and Gaz sat in the lounge staring at each other in awkward silence before telling him.

"Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard. Which is weird cause you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams..

"Why do you suppose that is?" You asked with a smile and head tilt

Gaz just stared at you then slowly blinked as a clear sign of him fed up with you. He stood up and left the lounge without a word.