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"Maltreatment, you mean."
She huffed out a disgruntled breath of air that sounded decidedly German to me, right then. "You will get us both written up," she hissed, glancing back toward the now ominously silent mess hall.
"This is wrong and you know it," I pressed, and then before she could reply I spun on my heel and walked away; in the direction of the mess hall and the guard just stepping through the doorway.
I didn't look back at Bauer. If she had any sense, and I thought that she did, she would have scurried away before the guard realised she was still there and shouldn't have been.
"Halt!" the guard snapped, holding up a hand before me.
"Who goes there? Friend or Foe?" I offered helpfully.
"What?" he said; a little dense this one. But his pistol was real, and I had no doubt he knew how to use it.
I blinked up at him, waiting.
Shaking his head slightly, and glaring down at me, he said, "State your name, position, and reason for being here."
"Mouse. Standing. And I need coffee."
"They call you Mouse?" he asked, ignoring all the rest, thankfully.
"I squeak when I'm hungry," I said.
"You squeak...? You're a Novitiate, aren't you?"
"For the time being. I have big plans. Biiiig plans," I added, holding my hands out about a metre apart. I blinked up at him again.
"Where should you be, Novitiate?" he demanded, not commenting on my biiiig plans.
"In the mess hall, having a coffee. Girl's gotta drink."
"I mean, what is on your timetable for this period?"
"Coffee."
"What classroom?" he pressed, getting a little riled now, I should think.
"Mess hall classroom," I offered sweetly. "If you don't mind. I only have fifteen minutes to consume my coffee before I have to go back to dominating the world." I offered up a "Mwah-ha-ha-hah," as I went to walk past him.
He thrust out an arm and barred my entrance.
"I don't think so, little girl."
"Who me?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "I ain't so girlie, cupcake. Oooh," I added and then proceeded to size up his muscles. "Biiiig," I murmured.
"You're not quite right in the head, are you?"
"Yummy," I offered and started fondling them.
"Go get your blasted coffee, then get back to work."
"Sir, yes, sir!" I shouted, offering a mock salute, and then entering the mess hall unmolested. It wouldn't have worked on every SWAT Idiot, but this one I'd earmarked for Dunce right from the moment I saw him having trouble opening an unlocked cupboard in one of the classrooms.
I walked into the mess hall to a dozen pairs of incredulous looking faces all staring open-mouthed at me.
"Tell me the coffee's a new brew," I demanded.
"Newish is the best you'll get, Mouse," Dean offered. I was pleased to note he looked none the worse for wear.
