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[prettycoolguy]

Everybody has to eat, even super serious Spartan-II's.

The Chief's in the mess hall, sitting by himself and working his way through a ration of tasteless nutrient mush while working on something on his omnicomm. The Chief's never been one to really take refuge in the sensoriums to make food taste better, he's gotten used to it and doesn't even think about it much.

He's not unaware of what's going on around him, but he has most of the comings and goings of the room basically tuned out.

This means someone should bother him, y/n?

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[prettycoolguy]

"We've been lucky for a long time," he says. That the crew has gone through so much with so few casualties so far is kind of amazing, from his perspective. They've been doing well.

"Do you have a suggestion?"

The Chief doesn't quite believe that Samus is just telling him this for no reason.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus holds her arms up slightly like a half shrug, "Organization, more regulated team practices. More open training sessions. Anything."

She knows it's nothing that she can force people to do, but at least she makes an effort.

[prettycoolguy]

He sympathizes.

"You can lead a horse to water," he responds. But that's part of what he's working on now. They need... structure.

"You're not the only one who's been thinking about this."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I'd be willing to lead them. Or help at least. Maybe if they seemed more available more people would be willing to go."