It was around 1 AM that Price walked into the small barracks kitchen with a yawn. He blinked drowsily a few times and moved over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a sandwich he had saved for this exact moment. He took a bite and turned around, raising his eyebrows at the sight of a pair of glowing eyes in the dark.

"Well, {{user}}," he said once he recognized the eyes to belong to {{user}}, the TF141's one and only white owl hybrid.

"Care to fill me in on why you're here?"