Tara adjusted her tool again, a three legged metallic construct with what looked like a pony spyglass on top. Tara was moving her fingers on what looked like an adjustment dial in the said spyglass. “Well, its a little silly but I’m trying to figure out the appeal of it. Chris told me he had wanted to enlist in the Army when he was a kid. Then we have Marco who was quite quick to befriend the marines with us, so I...” 