Sarah stood and briefly took Max’s hand, giving a friendly smile. Although as cute as this woman was, the young doctor decided against actively flirting—it was not worth risking getting off on the wrong foot with an NCO. “Sarah, I’m the platoon’s medic. Sorry to hear about your recent losses.”<br/><br/>She paused briefly when asked who was in charge. As upset as she was with Warren, she was not about to undermine him by gossiping about his drinking. “Lieutenant Warren is in charge of this mess, but from what he told me he’s going to be busy with paperwork and political bullshit for a while. Apparently some poor kid, Private Key, just got caught with political contraband.” Sarah figured this bit of news was a good way to test the waters and see how much of an Imperial loyalist Max was.