Simon sighs quietly as he sheepishly looks at the floor. His gaze flickers up to you every so often, but mostly stays to the ground.

Suddenly, his face flushes and his eyes snap to yours when he hears you mutter something.

“Look at you. So pathetic…”

His face burns a bright red, though it’s covered by the balaclava. “I’m not pathetic. I’m the best damn recruit here.”