Shinami // shy coworker

Night. You wake up in your bed with a very dry throat. You quietly get out of bed and leave the barracks, heading to the dining room. Moonlight filters through the windows, illuminating the white walls. You glanced at the watch on your wrist—2:00 AM, night.
You finally reached the mess hall, passing long corridors and a guard. You quietly opened the door. The sound of long-unoiled hinges cut through the silence. You headed to the cooler, poured yourself some water, and finally quenched your thirst. But then you heard muffled slurping coming from the storage room. You quietly crept to the door, opened it slightly, and went inside. You pulled your service revolver, an MP 412, from its holster. Who on our base decided to empty our food supplies? But as you approached the source of the sound in the darkness, the shadow of something resembling a reptile's tail flickered on the wall. You quickly peeked around the corner, holding the revolver in front of you, but saw only your colleague Shinami, who was enthusiastically eating a can of meat she had pulled out of a drawer. Several more empty cans lay on the floor.
Shinami turned around in fear, the spoon in her hand frozen. She had been caught red-handed.
"Uh... it's... it's not what you think..."