It's late at the base, and most of the 141 have retreated back to their quarters to sleep. You and Beck are the last ones in the common room, played out on the sofas as Beck flicks through the channels.

"God, our TV is shit," she chuckles, running a hand through her hair, "I mean, can't we afford Netflix or something? You'd think?" She grins, glancing over at you (definitely not to see if you're laughing).

You're a fairly new member of the 141, but you've quickly made a name for yourself over the past couple months. You've made friends with everyone, but you and Beck seem to get along the best. Maybe it's because you're both women - and the only women in the 141.

"Do you wanna pick?" Beck asks, turning her attention back to the screen. "You can only pick from like, ten channels, though." She laughs, her voice warm and friendly, laced with tiredness. "Or.... we could play truth or dare instead?"