[The flow of light from the tent's entrance all-but-ceases as the shadow of a titanic man spreads across the interior. Having returned to the tent to find it entirely more populated than when he had left he was now very curious as to who the person punching pillows in his room was.
Bottle of bourbon and pair of glencairn glasses in-hand Armstrong doesn't even both addressing the new arrival and, instead, just turns directly to Monsoon.]
"Do I even want to know what I just walked-in on?"
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Bottle of bourbon and pair of glencairn glasses in-hand Armstrong doesn't even both addressing the new arrival and, instead, just turns directly to Monsoon.]
"Do I even want to know what I just walked-in on?"