"Heh" Michael started, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced around. He had forgotten to get his hands on a cup of coffee, and would need to get some before his day got too started for his own good.<br/><br/>"Soldiers coming back means either two things. They either got their asses kicked so bad that they pulled a strategic retreat to save face and then loosed some bullshit reason like..." Michael began, waving his hand in the air as he spoke in a demeaning fashion. "...terrorists attacking. Or, this bullshit reason is something real and troops need to be here to protect some dumbass building or person. Either way, as long as the Clover stays standing, it don't bother me a might bit." Michael replied in full, scratching at his chin.<br/><br/>"On the other hands, soldiers like to drink and drink a lot...maybe I'll give a half off promotion to them and get me some extended business and the whatnot. As long as they're here, they might as well pay me out the ass." Michael finished, laughing a bit at the end. He paused a moment after, and looked up at the ceiling and yawned. "Christ, I need me some coffee something fierce."