"Comrades you agitate are comrades who hesitate to trust you when they need you," Gaius said, tone kept as mild as possible. "At least pretend you care about the fight and the mission and not simply tagging along to be my jailer."

Maxima, completely unawre of any of this, is sitting in his tent, hating every fucking thing about this. He was a soft civilian, who did his miltary service in a lab or behind a desk. this is not an easy time for him, but his expertise is needed to help with the systems protecting the Black Rose.

When there's movement at his tent flap, he looks up and says, "Hello?"