"Alright, so I feel like your relations with the captain just need to be made public because your attempts at hiding it are shoddy at best. We all know what's been going on."

A warm rush stains her freckle-spiced cheeks due to Erd's prompt announcement as she comes to take her spot at the mess hall table. A faux crinkle of confusion grows in her copper brow. "Wh-what?"

A nasalised sound of displeasure. "Haaaaaah? What do you mean by that, Erd?"

Even stoic, quiet, straight-laced Gunther wants to laugh at Auruo's drawn-out, nasalised perplexity.
"Petra and the Captain are a thing."

"Whaaaaat? Tch. No they're not." His wrinkled face grows all the more raisin-like with his doubt as his tawny brow upturns over closed eyes of denial.

Petra is determined to stay quiet through this for as long as possible, watching silently as her squad mates bicker over whether or not she's banging Captain Levi.

"Yes they are, Auruo. They are. Whenever Petra shows up late, it's at the exact same time, with Captain Levi and love marks on her neck and her hair dishevelled and all. She sneaks into his room at night, the captain calls her to his quarters on occasion in front of us, they've even played footsie under this table. They are a thing, Auruo. I will even bet you money on it."

Auruo's face further contorts, possibly turning redder than Petra's. "Eeeeeh, no no-" A contemplative pause as his wrinkly brow folds further in denial. "No.- tha-that's just all circumstantial evidence."

"Oi."

The entire quartet darts their heads to the now open door, filled with the small frame of Captain Levi himself. His deadpan expression and flat syllables lead them to believe they're in for some sort of sharp-tongued lecture or at the least, a silent, angry demeanour for the evening on his part. However, much to their surprise, he adds rather flatly to his prior statement, like the socially inept individual he is.

"Auruo. I'm fucking Petra."

Her face fills with red.

"Doesn't get more public than that."