When Agnes returned to Fury, she noticed Bible, Grady and Gordo had already made some small talk with Norman, although it must have felt more like an interrogation to him. Norman gave her an almost hopeful look that she would be nicer to him, but it was also clear he still wasn't sure about what Agnes was doing here. She came to a halt in front of him, but didn't reach out her hand to shake his.

'I'm Agnes,' she stated. 'You hungry, Norman?'

It seemed he had expected her to explain some more about herself before moving onto a different subject, but still he replied quickly.

'Yes.'

'Okay.' She walked away again immediately to the kitchen tent, and Norman turned back to Grady, Gordo and Bible, who were still standing around staring at him.

'How come you got a woman with you?' he finally dared ask. Grady replied, Bible just scoffed.

'She's none of your damn business. She's with us, that's all you need to know.'

'But she's British, right?' He hadn't noticed Agnes had already returned within earshot carrying multiple packs of dry rations and a canteen. As soon as he looked her way, she threw one over to him. She ignored what she'd overheard him saying.

'So he's fucking staying with us?' Boyd asked her as she handed one to him as well.

'Yes,' Agnes replied as she sat down angrily on one of the boxes they used as chairs, trying to stay focused on opening the package around her hardtack biscuits.

'What did Don say?'

'Fuck all. He can't do shit about it,' she replied as she struggled with the wrapper.

'And you?'

She suddenly stopped to look up at him. She didn't have to say anything for him to understand. She knew she could stay, she knew the crew valued her more than this new green bow gunner, yet she still felt cast aside like an afterthought. Boyd nodded to let her know he understood, and then sat down next to her as he started opening his rations as well. Grady and Gordo did the same, as Agnes passed them all some coffee from the canteen she'd brought. Norman stayed put, feeling too confused and awkward to sit with them. He just kept looking at Agnes with a puzzled look.

'I feel you staring at me, Norman,' Agnes then suddenly said, without looking back at him. 'You wondering why I'm here?'

Norman swallowed. 'Yes.'

'I told you that shit's none of your business,' Grady repeated calmly, but Agnes put her hand on his leg for a second to tell him to shut up.

'I was recruited into the army for my skill. I'm a sniper. The best one this platoon has ever seen. That's why I'm here,' she stated firmly.

'But how come you're with the Americans?'

Norman noticed how this was a question the crew got even more annoyed with, as Bible cleared his throat and Agnes now also had to convince him not to say anything, as it looked like he was about to.

'I can hold my own against a fucking kid, okay.' She turned to Norman again. 'Do you question my allegiance, Norman? Or is it enough that I'm part of the Allied forces?'

He felt belittled for simply trying to understand. 'Yes… yes, it's enough.'

'Good. Have a fucking seat, Norman, you make me nervous.' She pointed to a crate in front of them and ordered him to sit. Norman did as he was told, and started to open his rations as well.

'Did you go to tank school?' Grady then asked him with a piercing grin on his face, trying to vex him some more.

'No,' Norman admitted. 'I've never even seen the inside of a tank. I'm a clerk typist. I was heading to Fifth Corps HQ, they pulled me off the truck, and they sent me here. This has got to be a mistake.'

'Oh, it's a fucking mistake alright,' Agnes commented. He'd basically just been sent to replace her… a fucking kid for a skilled sniper.

'Are you a praying man?' Bible continued.

Norman nodded. 'I go to church.'

'Which denomination are you?' He could tell Boyd's question was already starting to tire Agnes, but Boyd didn't care. 'Episcopalian?'

'Who cares, Bible?' Agnes muttered.

'Be quiet, you.' He smirked at her as he shushed her, and then kept his gaze fixed on Norman. 'You're a mainliner, ain't you?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Are you saved?'

Norman felt like he shouldn't answer this question honestly. 'I'm baptised.'

'That ain't what he asked you,' Grady said as a grin formed on his face too. 'See, you gotta listen.'

'Are you saved?' Boyd repeated. Norman kept quiet. 'Wait until you see it,' Boyd continued.

'See what?'

Boyd stared at him for a long time. 'What a man can do to another man.'

Agnes cleared her throat to hopefully clear the air.

'Norman,' she said. 'Open it up, eat your biscuits, body of Christ and all that, you know.'

'Don't be blasphemous like that, woman…' Bible muttered with an almost disappointed tone, but Agnes grinned and nudged his shoulder with hers to tell him to lighten up. Norman noticed it had worked, since Bible took it as an invitation to scoot over a bit closer to her so their shoulders kept touching as they sat and ate. When Norman took his first bite, his face must've turned sour immediately, because Gordo commented on it.

'Fucking dry, right? You should try the canned stew, it's even worse.'

'Angel makes a mean stew,' Grady added while keeping his eyes focussed on his hardtack biscuit, as if hoping that wishing hard enough would turn it into stew.

'Stop it,' Agnes replied. 'You just say that because it's the only fresh food you got in the past year.'

'Nah, I ain't lying. You know I would never put disrespect on my momma but that shit… better than my momma's.'

'I would kill for my momma's pozole,' Gordo muttered, which made Bible huff.

'Motherfucker, you kill every day. And for shitty rations,' he replied.

'Yeah, but like, Krauts don't count. I would kill an American for that, even a Mexican if need be.'

'But never a Brit,' Agnes added with a grin.

'Don't be giving me ideas now, Angel.'

Norman was pleasantly surprised by how suddenly the crew had dropped the disdainful mood, and just seemed happy to finally be eating together. Although Agnes seemed least content with her biscuit out of all of them.

'I'm fucking tasting blood,' she said as she launched it away in an irritated movement.

'What, are they coming out already?' Bible turned to her immediately to check on her stitches, but she waved him away.

'No. They're fine. They just keep moving when I eat. And these damn biscuits don't have any flavour to them.'

'Just let 'em settle, you can eat at lunchtime.'

'Yeah, I figured,' Agnes replied as if she was annoyed with this obvious thing Bible pointed out, and he rolled his eyes back at her.

'What happened to you?' Norman suddenly dared ask. Agnes looked back at him almost furiously for asking, but seemed to point her eyes at something behind him right away. She narrowed her eyes in confusion.

'That's a fucking SS.' Everyone followed her gaze as she got up.

'Fuck,' Grady muttered as he got up as well.

'Where's Don?' Agnes started walking and looking around, luckily finding him in the exact same place she'd left him before, around the other sergeants.

'Hey! Why are you bringing him through here, why isn't he sleeping?' Don, too, had gotten up and immediately started questioning the soldiers that were guiding the SS through the camp.

'G2 wants a prisoner to question.'

Norman noticed how all four of the crew immediately trotted over to Don, but he approached the SS before they could stop him.

'Oh, I'll question him.' The sergeants that had sat with him got up and walked after him as well. 'Was ist deine Lieblingsfarbe? Bist du ein güter Tanzer? Sehest auf dikke Weiber?'

'Bible get him!' Agnes yelled even before Don threw the first punch as if she'd known exactly what was going to happen. A full on brawl was created within a second as Bible started pulling back Don to prevent him from landing more punches, the soldiers guarding the SS started fighting back, and Grady and Gordo, together with the other tank sergeants, fought back at them in return. Agnes wisely stayed out of the shuffle until it was broken apart by the SS being pulled out and pushed on. Don wanted to go after him again but was now successfully pushed back by Bible.

'It's me, it's me, just stop, alright,' he said, while Agnes finally put herself in front of them, blocking Don's view on the SS being carried away.

'Fucking hell, mate, there's MP around everywhere,' she said calmly but with an indignant look on her face. 'Are you mental?' She clearly wasn't just concerned for him, but for herself. Any negative attention drawn towards her sergeant would mean negative attention drawn to her, and one scare of being thrown out of the army was enough for today. Don ignored her as he thanked Boyd for holding him back in front of the military police with a pat on his shoulder.

'Fucking SS… bringing him through this camp…' They walked back to Fury and Collier immediately addressed Norman, who immediately got up from his seat as he noticed the rest of the crew mounting back up on the Fury.

'You see that? He's an SS. You kill every last one you can, they're real assholes.'

'Fuck every last one,' Grady confirmed. 'They started it. We finish it.'

'Right, let's fucking go.'

'Done much killing?' Don asked Norman.

'Pff, he's a fucking clerk typist,' Agnes responded as she walked past them getting ready to gear the Fury back up. Norman shook his head to confirm he hadn't.

'You will. Boys, talk him through that gun. Agnes, move your shit up top, okay? We mount up in five.'

'Roger,' she said coldly, after which she popped inside the bow gunner hatch and started moving her few belongings from the lower seat up to where Collier kept his things, as Collier went over to the Master Sergeant to get briefed on their next mission.