X-Com: Viper on Break

She sips this weak, gritty liquid they call “coffee”. Her face darkens even more, despite not having facial muscles. This day was not great. She’d gotten her ass whooped at unit training drills, and now she bought this sand-water for $7. Now what was this idiot approaching her general direction?

“The hell do you want?”

Her head whips towards them as she spits words with venom. Almost literally.