Sol: So… so what do we do now?
Tachelock: Well… you’re not going to like this answer. But we wait.

Sol: Ugh.
Tachelock: Yeah. Not my favourite plan either. But you know what might help?
Sol: What?

Tachelock: Alcohol.

Sol: Hah!
Sol: Transferring.

Tachelock: Ahhhh. Yeah. That hit the spot.

Tachelock: Right then, since we’ve got some time to kill?
Tachelock: How about you finally tell that story.
Sol: What story?

Tachelock: Your time in the military. Or “worst job.”
Tachelock: Take your pick.