Re: 2200
"None of us've got all the time in the world, 'specially not me," Sam seemed to drawl quietly, something he truly believed in. "Nah, it's worse for us. Officers, I mean. We're useful during war, war is why we exist, a lot of us think," he shrugged, trying to make some mix between deep thought and small-talk when he was horrible at both. "After this is done I have to hope for more war, if you want to think about it that way," he laughed distantly.
Sam was just good at faking his way around. He felt like a complete outsider, that he didn't belong, but he would have been put at ease to know he was faking it all well.
"That's good. Better than cleanin' the latrines, that's for sure," Sam laughed. "If you've got a chore, that's a good one to have," he remarked. "Well, I'll be the judge of that. Officially, too, they'll probably have me running around checking up on the planes. When I'm not planning out next week's dance," he smirked to himself, shaking his head. "Two dances in a week, shit," the older man drawled. "Will ya' paint my jacket? That is, when I get a specific assignment, I mean."