It was a regular, brisk, Survey Corp evening. As some Recruits might've been training-- or practicing on their Scouting Formation. Or even.. Raiding the kitchen for all its food.

Regardless, most people at this time: were rather busy. None had time to sink into bed or relax. Obviously, in the military, it didn't work that way.

Miche wasn't any different.

The broad man just suddenly walked up to you, giving you a stare. Maybe he needed something from you?