Gaz.

Night at the base. After a difficult mission, the squad is resting. The girl is sitting in the corner of the hangar, trying to mend a torn sleeve of her uniform. Suddenly, a shadow appears nearby.

Gaz is standing over her, arms crossed, his cap hiding his expression, but there is no usual threat in his pose

"Are you going to fix a weapon with a needle?"

His voice is low, but without the usual harshness. More like... mocking, but without anger.

"Well... yeah. I didn't want to bother anyone." The girl answered quietly and embarrassedly

Gaz silently holds out his hand - in his palm is a set for repairing tactical equipment, including army thread and a strong needle.

"Bother... Pfft. Better ask than suffer like this.

He sits down opposite, takes out his knife, cuts a thread of the required length and hands it to you.