[One kill with a bow and arrow was hardly anything to be proud of when Sasha knew that Captain Levi took on several at once. Even so, the praise was nice. A tiny smile touched her face when offered the chance to join her in a snack.]
Of course, ma’am! Are you sure you’re well enough?
[The crutches worried her, and the bag looked a little heavy with papers. She held her hand out, smiling a bit more now.]
I can carry that for you.
"Oh! Thank you kindly."
Hanji slips off the bag, leaning heavily on the crutch while handing it over for the girl to take. The thing was indeed quite weighty, with several dozen journals and files hastily stuffed into each available pocket. Once free of her burden, she begins to hobble off, motioning for Sasha to follow.
"The place the Military Police get their provisions from is a bit of the ways away. They tend to have a more varied stock to chose from than the scouting legion, given that they don't have to worry so much about their food being perishable."
Eventually, the two come upon a rather sizable warehouse with an entrance guarded by a group of rather surly-looking military policemen. Despite being met with disdainful looks, the captain pays them no mind and limps her way into the building, leading Sasha to one of about a dozen open-air iceboxes and peaking at the contents within.
"Ooh, sausages!