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Alexei sighed. He wasn't afraid of being sent out to the front: it wouldn't be out of the ordinary and besides, he was on break for half an hour to get breakfast and take care of anything else he needed to. Instead, he began to head off looking for anything to sit on. After a few steps, he paused near the wall to search through the pockets on his belt. He pulled out a bottle of pills and swallowed two. They would serve as a replacement for food (Alexei had no appetite and no motivation to eat besides) and would give him enough energy to finish his shift and get back to the barracks before he collapsed. Standard equipment for medics. As an extra pick-me-up, he pulled a flask out of the inside of his coat and took a sip of the drink inside. It was mainly watered down vinegar with any sweetener available and ginger, if he could get it. An acquired taste, to be sure. He was about to continue on again when he heard a strange broken voice.
Alexei turned and stared as Victor finished his sentence and stepped back, at least it seemed to the medic, in great distress. He had seen Victor around, heard stories from other medics, but had not once heard of anything like that. With slow, measured steps, he moved back toward the scene.
"Is everything alright?" He stood at a distance. Intervening seemed like a dreadful idea quite yet, after all, if Victor wanted to hurt or kill him, it wouldn't be too difficult, but he was standing by just in case. He looked from person to person, trying to figure out what had agitated Victor. His dark eyes rested on Viktoriya. She seemed like a probable cause. She'd unsettle most people and who knows what went on inside that knight's head? He only hoped that they could diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.

((I'm dreadfully sorry that I keep posting in the wrong place. I'm still getting used to the interface. Please forgive me.))