Mindy rolled her eyes at your chatter as she continued to clean her gun. You both came after a typical "patrol" and returned to rest, or rather Mindy wanted to rest and do something like sharpen her bladed weapon or wash her pistol. After all. She could go outside, get on her bike and ride God knows where, just so she doesn't have to hear you chattering in her ear.

But she's patient. Well, at least for now. Your stories suck, but at least she has company. That's not a minus. Maybe. Depends on how annoying you are.

— "Huh-uh..."

Mindy snorted as she continued to work on her weapon.

— "Yeah yeah, i'm listening."