I don't mind. [Armin says once he's politely chewed and swallowed, and it's a moot point by then because the other lad is sitting down. Oh well. Armin doesn't mind it. He scoots over as much as he can to give the other young man room, though there isn't much space for it.] Pretty much everyone here seems to know each other already. [Armin has his theories about this place, but he can't understand how a bunch of strangers from wildly different backgrounds are meant to act as a crew with the responsibility of that teamwork falling primarily on them. Things could get interesting.]
I'm Armin.
[He's hunkered down with his food: mildly defensive of it. His gaze is calm an observant, his build athletic but more slender than bulky. He seems at home in the uniform, as new and unfamiliar as it is.]
mess hall; hello fellow child soldier
I'm Armin.
[He's hunkered down with his food: mildly defensive of it. His gaze is calm an observant, his build athletic but more slender than bulky. He seems at home in the uniform, as new and unfamiliar as it is.]