It's halfway into the night, or perhaps already the wee hours of pre-dawn, when Levi finally makes it back into the airfield. He's still in his uniform, loose green cloak obscuring most of his body, and he's got a beach-towel-turned-rucksack on his back. One of his arms has a piece of another towel tied around it like a bandage.

He's headed for the hangars when he spots a lone figure wandering about the outskirts -- he would expect somebody to be keeping watch, but he doesn't recognize them at all. Could be a new person, or it could be an intruder, so either way, he walks toward then in determined step.

"Looking for a place to take a shit?" Well, talk about icebreakers.