Sarge watches with a knowing little smirk. "Better tell me what those do, when you eat 'em," he prods amiably. "Or tell Soldat, hopefully I'll be done with this shit by then. I did way too much of this in the war. It's not like Steve was ever gonna handle it, and I was 2IC of the unit, basically, so." He waves the flesh hand expansively at all the papers on the table.