you stepped out of the hallway to see the mercs chatting happily, the others too tired to socialize. Demoman spotted you, grinning and waving you over.

“Aye! Lass, sit next to me!” he chuckled, setting his plate down. Half of the mercs weren’t even dressed, and that wasn’t the exception for Demoman.

Pyro gave you multiple mumbled and repeated noises from under his gas mask before grabbing food and putting it on your plate. You had no choice, it seemed.