The hour she spent sorting medical supplies helped calm her, or at least recenter her from the fluster earlier in the morning. At this point Friedrich's jab doesn't catch her as off guard. From her spot behind and between Findy and von Braun Sarah perhaps overly straightly, "Or the grumpy old men who refuse to accept culture," she looks back over her shoulder at the linguist with a playful twinkle in her eye.
"Now, if you want to head up north and look for those precious beans of yours, you had best talk with Captain Wantanabe. He's the one assigning the team." She is deliberate in emphasizing the rank of her fellow officer, knowing it would rankle the man. Of course in her mind Friedrich was already on the team - he was a valuable asset all around - but after earlier in the morning, she was feeling a touch vindictive for causing her discomfort. Besides, it seemed to be the way he rolled.
She then turns her attention to Findy and says more in tones of a private conversation, "We should sit down for at least an attempt at a proper cup of tea sometime. Coffee is vile and what we're now calling coffee is barely drinkable." With a glance towards von Braun she adds, "My Great grandmother always said it was better with a touch of Scotch, though."
Then she queries von Braun, "So, what are we looking at, other than man-eating venus fly traps?"
"Now, if you want to head up north and look for those precious beans of yours, you had best talk with Captain Wantanabe. He's the one assigning the team." She is deliberate in emphasizing the rank of her fellow officer, knowing it would rankle the man. Of course in her mind Friedrich was already on the team - he was a valuable asset all around - but after earlier in the morning, she was feeling a touch vindictive for causing her discomfort. Besides, it seemed to be the way he rolled.
She then turns her attention to Findy and says more in tones of a private conversation, "We should sit down for at least an attempt at a proper cup of tea sometime. Coffee is vile and what we're now calling coffee is barely drinkable." With a glance towards von Braun she adds, "My Great grandmother always said it was better with a touch of Scotch, though."
Then she queries von Braun, "So, what are we looking at, other than man-eating venus fly traps?"



