The Soldier... makes a face at the word trauma. An actual face, like it's a distasteful word. (Look at you, actually showing a real expression! Shut up, Sergeant. I make expressions.) It's not trauma, dammit, it's just. Shitty maintenance. (Keep telling yourself that, pal.) "Sometimes they are," they mutter, mostly to themselves, and maybe a little to the Sergeant.

But then, a little more clearly, they prompt, "Something else?"