[Fluffie]

Fluffie increases the pressure on the man's chin, not at all happy with being called a slave. He took orders, but was no-one's slave, having a conscience and free will of his own. Pushing the cold aside for the moment after having made a mental note of putting on a coat later on, he waited for the dying Marine to answer his question.

"What the **** are you on about."

[Short post, yeah, but nothing much else I can do, eh. Anyhow, what did Mathers manage to salvage? Any warmer clothing than our coats? An extra gas mask? More ammo? A pistol? Stuff? Well? Please?]