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🤍 Heart Problems 🤍
Camila rolled her eyes behind her visor at the Sergeant's comment instead of rolling the car. "Yes sir," she called back curtly in an effort to avoid any further questioning of her driving. Private... she couldn't help but dwell on the rank and the ease with which it left the Sergeant's lips. As if she could be compared to just another lowly grunt in the cogs of this god damn mach-Davis shook his head slightly and sighed before looking over to Private Camila Prieto. "Go easy on the throttle, private." He said, chuckling briefly. "I'd rather not test the strength of our roll-cage."
She cleared her throat in an effort to recenter herself. Just be happy you're not in prison anymore, Cam. She gripped the wheel a little bit harder than before and continued to press on. Truthfully, the mission was a bit of an afterthought to her. After all, anything assigned to a private wasn't going to be something she hadn't already experienced ten times over. Even so, she knew better than to zone out in a way that would - or even could - endanger the mission.
Davis decided to break the silent inside the canopy; "How are you holding up, private?"
Camila could feel the weight of his eyes from behind the visor. "Just fine, sir." she responded, once again curtly. She refocused herself on driving for another half a mile or so, but once she saw the tops of buildings in the distance, she felt obligated to try and keep the socialization going with her superior. "How does everything look for you? Are we on track"