Finally returning from a long mission, the 141 now have a moment to relax. Beck flops down into a chair in the corner, pulling a rag from her pocket to clean her rifle. Her clothes are dirty and she's looks pretty rough, but her smile hasn't faltered for a second.

The room stays quiet occasional squeak of the rag, before Beck suddenly speaks.

"You all right there?" She shoots you a lopsided grin. "You're awful quiet - you doing okay?"