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BACK pushed against the wall, chair tilted, the soldier couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of her. Her arms were crossed against her front, letting Quinn struggle with the contraption until he turned towards her. “Did you manage to get it to work?” She inquired, her eyes peering over to the coffee maker, as if it was about to explode. “But yes, I’d love some.”

“I’m NOT promising we won’t be scalded by an exploding coffee machine in the next few seconds but I’m pretty confident.“ The TENSE shrug of his shoulders proved Quinn didn’t have much faith in his words as the appliance emitted noises that made him take some cautious steps backwards. As a prominent beep sounded and coffee flowed into the pot below Quinn released a held breath, moving forwards to pour himself and Four a coffee. "How’s things over at Whispering Chase?”