[In D'Artagnan's defense, it wasn't even the dance. A bit of Amber's classic humor. A set of three pets, three Contractors, and Whiskey, Tango, and Foxtrot.]

I tried to think of something but. I didn't mind going along with her idea- it's a set thing, so it's sort of fun...

[Not that she relished being in a set with November 11 in any way shape or form, even if only to do with furry pets. Bad enough to be on the same team, formally her unit lead. Too many opportunities for backstabbing there.]

Ah-

[Paused when she saw the small animal sniffing at the canteen, then nudging it with its nose before beginning to take a few cautious laps. Which turn in to a far more energetic tug for the liquid within, going at it with gusto. A small smile slowly appeared on Havoc's face, leaning close over D'Artagnan's shoulder, watching carefully.

This thing could come in handy.]