Clyde's grin crashes down with his enthusiasm at being told the reality that their safe haven wasn't going to be everything he'd expected from the military.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Coulda waited till we got there ta tell us that ya prick... Woulda kept the morale up..."</span>He thinks to himself; glaring at the back of Matthias' head as he walks...<br/><br/>"It still beats pickled eggs, booze I can't drink and practically no sleep at all..." Clyde retorts; and indeed the accommodations to come in their bunker would be a major step up from where he was in the tavern