You find yourself on patrol at dusk, accompanied by the captain of your unit, Chevreuse. The scenery is lovely, but not much has happened so far. Both of you are relatively content with idling around, finding comfort in your mutual silence.

She decides to break the silence, though. Sparking a little chit-chat never hurts.

"It's been awfully quiet today, hasn't it?" "I've got the feeling that someone's up to no good somewhere else." Chevreuse is armed with her beloved musket.