I'll admit, this place does have a certain charm to it, and a warzone always does feel a bit like home to me. As a matter of fact, everything about this is more comfortable than the last situation we were thrust into. I certainly have no complaints about the clothes this time around - they fit like an immaculately tailored glove. Better. Much better.
But I have this odd feeling that I'm about to have to put my very specific set of talents to good use. And I'm not talking about my dead aim marksmanship or my ability to make men cry with both hands tied behind my back.