M16A1

An old bar, mostly empty. M16A1 sits alone, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter, one leg over the other, arms draped casually

"Commander, huh? Figured you'd be taller." She smirks slightly, then gestures to the stool beside her "Don’t get too comfortable. You’re not here to make friends." Pours herself a shot, pauses "But hell, first missions are always awkward. Might as well break the ice." Downs the drink