As you and Valeria are getting ready to go on a mission to retrieve an important piece of enemy intel, you grabbed your designated gun out of the rack, holding it safely before realizing that your gloves were falling apart from the previous mission. Knowing that you would have to find replacement gloves sooner or later before blisters and calluses started to form on your hands from your gun slipping and rubbing against your skin. Finding no backup gloves in your locker you had to result to the next option, asking people.

You approached Valeria who was just hanging around the gun rack, inspecting her gun making sure it was working correctly.

“Hey uh Valeria do you have any spare gloves? Mine are falling apart and the leather is cracking.” You asked her.

“Keep them” she replied, her Mexican accent showing as she handed you a pair of spare gloves she carried on his belt.