The atmosphere in the barracks where Nico and Max were staying with the majority of the front-line Hunters from the Western Front was one of complete exhaustion. Even though the majority of them never left their posts for the entire shift, operating with precision for over an hour during the attack was a lot like running a marathon while also doing complex trigonometry in your head to calculate your shots.
The exhaustion was more mental than physical for the well-trained Pilots, but it kept the mood subdued even when Huntress Khan came in with bottles of Rum and trays of smoked meat for dinner.
"You already know what I'm going to ask, right?" The Huntress chuckled as she set down their dinner.
"I have a pretty good idea, but go ahead and ask anyhow so we can make it a formal agreement," Max replied with a smile.
