[It had been weeks since the last major migrane, thankfully due to the routine of immersing herself in reading, a full 8 hours sleep and keeping readied for possible contact via codec from Snake. The mission was seemingly left idle, thus Alice's role was more of support for any "oddities" occurring within the
fissionmailed nexus. Coffee helped, but it required
stealth to do so, considering she'd catch a condescending rant from the adults that 'thought' they knew better.
Especially one in particular with psychic powers levels higher than her own. And it was that particular mercenary that coincidentally had the best java in the entire complex. But damnit, where the hell was it? Alice flipped open cabinet after cabinet in the lounge room, trying to find the stash.]
I simply... cannot go back to drinking that government-issue generic coffee. [sighs]