Sansa's mouth dropped open. Not only was she disappointed she wouldn't be spending the day with Clegane, but she was horrified at the thought of spending time alone with Joff.

Joff leered at her "Practice keeping that pretty mouth open, if you like..."

Joff stopped mid sentence as Arya and Gendry walked into the armory. Sansa had never been so thankful for a distraction in her entire life. Arya began complaining to Clegane. Normally Clegane was not especially amused with her antics. Right now, he looked particularly angry, but he didn't attempt to stop her from talking. So, Arya continued to complain about the discrepancies with the computer inventory and what they actually had.

Joff spoke over Arya, rather loudly "LT Stark, I'll see you bright and early, best you are ready." It wasn't a friendly good bye. He walked out.

Sansa looked visibly upset. Arya raised an eyebrow at Clegane, hoping he would elaborate on the awkward situation.

"Waters and PFC Stark," Clegane began through clenched teeth "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" The both shook their heads, indicating that they were free. "Well, now you do. You two are going to the pistol fire range to umm clean it and organize it."

Sansa gave a small smile of gratitude while she stood there waiting for whatever was next. Clegane dismissed Arya and Gendry. They said they would see everyone in the morning.

"Ma'am" Clegane began, "You should go home as well, eat some dinner and get a good night's rest. You are going to need to be on your toes tomorrow."

Sansa lowered her eyes "Thank you for sending those 2 soldiers to the range tomorrow." She whispered to Clegane.

He cupped her chin in his massive hand, looked her straight in the eye and said in a serious voice "I don't know if having them there will make any difference. Barratheon is a dangerous man. I don't like the idea of you, or any woman, frankly, alone with him. I will try to be there in the afternoon. It will look less suspicious if Waters and Stark are there in the morning and I check up on them in the afternoon. However, there is something else you need to be aware of. You and Barratheon are both officers. I am an enlisted. As far as fraternization goes, that makes a difference. I would never hurt you, Little Bird; I would not say the same about Barratheon. It is unusual for officers to spend too much time with the enlisted. You really do need to be careful. I'm going to call it a day. I'll walk you to your car." Clegane rasped.

Sansa was at the reserve center ready to go, bright and early. Gendry was making coffee. Arya sat watching him, flipping through a newspaper. Clegane was looking at his computer screen.

She was greeted by the 3 of them. Gendry offered her a cup of coffee. She gladly took it; it warmed her up and gave her something to do with her hands.

She and Arya began to talk about pistol qual techniques.

Joffrey strode in, cocky and arrogant as ever. "C'mon Ma'am" he smirked "Time's a wasting."

Gendry asked if he needed Humvee keys. Joff scoffed "We'll be taking my truck; I heard a rumor that you and that skinny little boy were going to be at the range. You can bring the pistols with you. We'll meet you there."

Arya piped up, "Truck eh?"

Joff gloated, "Yeah, I just got a new one." He described a super heavy duty model that would be most useful on a farm, hauling logs… 'Waters, don't you have a truck?" Joff sneered.

Waters did, it was just a little thing, good for zipping around, moving small things if needed... nothing special.

Arya grinned at Joff and mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear "What's that saying again? Big truck small penis?"