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[remindmeof_me]

The remains of his hastily bolted dinner (headcrab jerky soaked in hot water and eaten in a corner of the base where he wouldn't be asked to make conversation) behind him, Gordon dusted off his hands and started making his way back towards the sleeping quarters. Whatever else the other rebels might be doing tonight, he was entirely too tired to

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[a_mere_child]

There aren't a lot of things that will get Alyx out of bed at this hour, after the day she's had.Gordon coming to bed with a black eye that he didn't have the last time she saw him? That's not at the top of the list, but it's definitely up there.

Thus, Alyx is stalking along the corridor in the general direction of the men's room, looking for the man responsible for all this.

The fact that she has only a vague idea of what a Marine looks like doesn't deter her in the slightest.

[remindmeof_me]

Probably the simplest way to tell is that he's the one who isn't dressed anything at all like the other rebels. Adrian could probably get a set of denims without much difficulty, but he's used to his fatigues, and he'll get out of them when it's time to clean or repair them and not a moment before.

He's currently looking for someone with a roll of duct tape or something else of that nature; his boots took a beating somewhere in the Scab sewers and he'd like to patch the holes at least temporarily before anything else happens.

[a_mere_child]

She doesn't recognize the man and she doesn't recall seeing fatigues like those before. So, making an educated guess...

"You the Marine?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Huh?" Adrian glances up at that; he'd been too busy looking for tape to notice anyone else around. Stupid of him, to get that careless. Oh well. "That's me," he says. "Corporal Adrian Shephard, USMC, at your service."