>>6293892>Express your opinion, if you have one.Give her an "out" by joking to Hell that young girls like her (e.g. strong willed, determined, competent) don't want to waste time talking to old men, they'd rather be doing things. Lets go to the shooting range and have an informal conversation. Maybe a jab that when we first met Hell he was still a cavalry man (and Lieman was still a piglet), and that Hell got his first taste of riding on tanks with us (pretty sure that is correct from my quick skim through)
>If Heller’s creampuff wanted to go back to the range, then you’d go back to the range. You wanted to see how she was doing- and if you could help, given your history of training young aspirants of war.Also we can casually ask about her platoon leader
>That name was familiar, Armazzio…>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5771752/#p5784477>“There’s been patrols up and down the rail line,” another Sottotenente called Armazzio said- the newest officer to your platoon>You weren’t the only non-noble officer in the company, nor even in your platoon. Not that you thought Armazzio was ready for this kind of assignment- he only had two battles under his belt and both of them had been so easy as to instill him with bravado you were all too familiar with.If she wants anything from us, then she can ask it on her own terms.
