(leaping) WHY IS IT FOLLOWING PROTOCOL?!
(whispering) I told you. This isn’t a Titan nest. It’s just... a really messy break room.
That’s not in any research.
He places it back neatly. Face to camera.
A low GROAN echoes from inside the warehouse. The automatic doors slide open – halfway, then jam.
(backing up) Okay. New rule. No more grocery store recon missions.
It’s an Abnormal. Focus!
Sending... “CLOSE_STORE.exe”.
SASHA (18, bow drawn, arrow aimed at a swinging "AISLE 7" sign) trembles.
(19, gritting teeth) crouches behind a shopping cart barricade. He taps a cracked phone screen.
(in a wet, croaking voice) “Welcome to Kroger. Your total is—”
(running out, Mikasa behind) Perfect. Now we unionize it.
