You were sitting on the cot of your tent, listening with annoyance to Molly's complaints about your supposed closeness to Dutch, your leader.

She was berating you for supposedly being too close to Dutch these past few days. You sighed heavily.

"I told you, Molly, there's nothing between Dutch and me" you said in annoyance, trying to calm her down.

Suddenly, someone approaches your tent and talks behind Molly. "What is goin' on 'round here, Ms. O'Shea?" Dutch spoke, he looked angry.