Violet looks around the dirty room. Clothes were scattered across the floor and there were crumbs everywhere. Kind of reminded her of her old quarters when she was in project Freelancer. What could she say? She was a messy person. "Heh." Grif mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Sorry for the mess." Violet's eyebrow raises. She takes her helmet off and looks at the soldier, "Hey Orangey, this feels like home, so don't worry about it." Violet snickers. Grif tilts his head slightly, "Really?"

"Fuck yeah man, I used to eat all of Wash-- " Violet quickly shuts up, her heart aching. Remembering her old friend made a lump grow in her throat. She shakes away her thoughts and looks to Grif. "I used to eat all of my friends Doritos. It would make my room so messy, he would always figure out it was me because my room was an ocean of Cool Ranch chips." Violet giggles at the memories.

"Haha, you sound a lot like me V." Grif smirks. "I think we'll get along pretty damn well, don't you think?"

"Yeah, for a red, you're not that bad Orangey." Violet smirks.

~~~Blue base~~~~

" As far as I'm concerned, I'm square with you." Tex mumbles, glaring at Church. Church retorts, "I saved you from a life of imprisonment. How the hell are you square with me?" Tucker and Caboose look back and forth as they argue. As if their eyes were following the words being thrown from one person to the other. Kind of like watching a game of catch. "Because I didn't kill you back at Sidewinder." Snarls Tex as she glares at her boyfriend. "You know, I don't really see how not killing somebody is the same thing as doing them a favor." Church puffs out crossing his arms.

Tex raises her gun to Church's face, " Well, if you don't appreciate it, I could just kill you right now."

Hark De Vil leans against the base as they argue. Her eyes roll with every come-back. "No you can't, I'm already dead, bitch! I guess the joke's on you!" Church yells. Caboose stomps his foot on the ground, forcing Tex and Church to turn in his direction. He whimpers, " Stop it! Stop fighting. Can't you see that you're tearing us apart? WHAT ABOUT US?"

Tex looks at him. "What about you?" She asks, disgust laced in her words.

" Miss Violet helped you too! We need her, and you owe it to her." Caboose says, his hands balled up like an angry child's.

"Well yeah, but..." Tex looks down and away from the boys.

"Yeah, but nothin'." Church mumbles. He flicks his head over at Caboose while still looking at Tex. "He's got a point."

" I did help them get the flag back." Tex retorts.

"Yeah, but you were paid to do that. Violet rescued you as a favor. She could have just let you rot in the red army prison, it wouldn't have made any difference to us." Tucker mumbles.

" Seems like you have yourself in a pickle there, aye Texas?" Devil laughs.

Tex glares daggers into the freelancer. She breaths in then let's out the air, " Fine, I'll stay here as long as it takes to help you guys win this thing. As soon as I have, I'm outta here. What do you need me to do?"

" I have no idea. If you knew how to fix a tank, I would have you do that." Tucker shrugs.

Tex sighs, "Okay..."

Caboose gasps, "You can fix Sheila?... I love you."

"Entonces la dcias "tu nos pesos ms, yo peso ms." Entonces pusieron los de nuestros cuerpos sobre la escala y fue determinado quin tena el peso ms grande. Despus de eso me llamaran Lopez la Pesado." Lopez says. Violet raises a brow at him.

"Man. First he doesn't talk at all, and now we can't get him to shut up. What's he saying?" Grif asks, tapping his foot. Violet looks at Grif, shaking her head, " Don't ask me, I don't speak spanish."

"What about you Simmons? Isn't that like a Latino name or some shit?" Grif asks the Maroon soldier.

"Simmons isn't a Spanish name, you dumbass. I'm Dutch Irish." Simmons scoffs.

Grif tilts his head, " But I thought-"

Violet bites her lip, and begins walking backwards toward the exit. Simmons growls, " You thought what?" Grif shakes his head, "Eh. Nevermind.." Donut rubs the back of his neck, "... I'm from Iowa."

Grif and Simmons spin to look at Donut and growl in unison, "No one cares!"

Violet begins to tip toe away. "Hey! Princess, where the hell you think your going?" She hears Sarge say. She turns around slowly to face him. "Oh you know... out?"

"Oh no, no, no. You aren't getting out that easily." Sarge snarls, grabbing Violets arm. Violet puffs out air, grabbing his arm twisting it in an arm lock. The Red leader yelps in pain making Grif, Donut and Simmons turn to the two. "Touch me again tin can, I dare you." Violet whispers coldly. Simmons raises his gun at Violet, Donut following Simmons' action. Grif steps in front of the guns, "Woah, Woah. Hold up guys."

"Grif, what the hell are you doing?" Simmons asks.

Violet looks at the orange soldier and then looks at his leader who is still in an arm lock. The freelancer snarls and let's him go. Sarge glares at her then begins laughing, "Well, you're a worthy opponent you dirty blue." Violet's eyebrow arches. Sarge cackles, "Trust me dirt bag, Grif won't be able to save you next time."