Ramon emerges at that point, carrying two bowls of the damn soup. One is thrust unceremoniously at Sands, the other placed in front of Random.

'I don't remember shouting that time. And no. Smartass.'

Quite the opposite of shouting really. But he lets it go and unwraps a candy bar instead, slumping into an armchair casually.

'Sandss, if it tastes bad, tough. And it seems they don't teach manners in spy school either.'

Though considering his own manners right now, he's not really one to talk.