[She has her back to him, she doesn't see him almost fall over.]

Yeah, someone punched the glass open and jammed all the flippers in rage. So. . . yeah. I'll fix it.

Don't do it IN the base, but yeah. Have fun.

[Passing it back, flipping goggles back up and putting tools away.]

Peace, I gotta fix the fuckin' pinball machine in the breakroom again.

. . .

[She's silent, pulling out tools to take the thing apart, very carefully. When she manages to put it back together exactly, she lifts her goggles.]

It's legit. Just-- be careful with the ammo.

[She flips goggles on, puts her phone's flashlight on and puts the device between her teeth and starts inspecting the thing, thinking.]

I do trust you with it, I don't trust the fucking people who'd sell US a fucking rocket launcher.

. . . Why would anyone trust a rocket grunt with a fuckin' launcher like that? You should let me check it to see if it's legit.

Well, the finance manager's gonna kick your ass if you used Rocket's funds...

**but

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