Allison isn't a big fan of what passes as coffee around this place, but it's safe to say that she has gotten used to it. Not completely, because she doesn't think anyone can get used to it, but she's pretty damn close to it.

Today there's something in the coffee, though, that doesn't make it taste so bad. Or, rather, that makes her crave for seconds (and thirds) long before she generally does. It makes her wired, sure, but she doesn't mind it. Because, despite that, her mind feels absolutely clear and like it's processing thoughts at a speed that she can't quite keep up with, but she doesn't mind it. It helps her think, it helps her work on the weapons she's supposed to keep clean and ready to be used, and that's how she lands on her brilliant idea. What better way to make sure the weapons are okay and fully functional, than trying them out herself? Sure, that's not part of her job description, but so what? She would ensure the weapons she's in charge of will work better than ever by testing them out.

Except, first she needs a refill. The trip to the Commissary is almost a blur, but on her way back to the armed forces sector she catches sight of the girl talking to herself. Wearing a uniform that she hadn't seen before on anyone, but Allison doesn't find it as odd. If anything, it just makes her approach her that much easier.

"Hey. Nice uniform."