Kristie watched the drunkard and the others talking, and grew mildly amused as things seemed to be quickly spiraling out of control, though her amusement was tempered, she has a sly grin on her face as she wolfed down the last of her meal. She was paying vague attention by the time she was done eating, but still had a few gulps of tea left to get through before she could head elsewhere, though to do what, she was unsure. Sleep sounded like a perfect remedy for a less than stellar meal, but she also wanted to do other things, though truthfully Kristie was unsure what she had in mind for alternate entertainment. Her day had already gone well enough, hitting the sack might top it off as being a great day.
Still watching, she couldn't help but grin widely every time the PFC tried to speak. She was leaning on her arm by this point, watching the big scene with slowly diminishing amusement, until the Master Gunnery Sergeant appeared in the doorway. She'd spotted him a moment before he spoke, but she was quick to sit up straighter and wipe the grin from her face. She was certain, relatively so at least, sure she had done nothing to earn the ire of the Master Guns in any way or form, and for now, his ire seemed to be focused on the tipsy PFC. She continued to watch the group, but lacking the amusement she'd had previously, replaced now by a sense of dread for the PFC.
By now her tea was gone, and she resisted the urge to get out of the mess hall right then and there. She decided, then, a second cup of tea might not be so bad. She stood up and headed back to the chow line to grab a second helping of water, though the current tea bag would probably do well enough, and she only took about three quarters of a cup. Kristie spun and walked back to the table and sat down again, lowering her head and letting the warm steam dancing up from her tea hit her face. She sensed motion and looked up to see Lance Corporal Schmidt literally pick up the drunk PFC pin him against a bulkhead. She straightened herself and watched, with significantly more interest, as the Lance Corporal gave the PFC a true ass chewing. She let her eyes jump to the faces of others in the mess hall, but she was quick to return her gaze to the big scene.
After the chewing, Schmidt, and shortly thereafter Corporal Paxton, escorted the drunk PFC from the mess hall. Kristie momentarily caught herself staring at the trio as they departed, and soon looked at the others still standing about. She exhaled quietly and looked back at Radley. "There's a quiet night for you." She grinned. "Never a dull moment."
Non sibi sed patriae