[Okay she is not going to put up with that dead weight. She's snapping to attention if just to jar him.] Information, soldier. Intel, plans. projects, secret missions. Whereabouts of superiors, that sort of thing.

[A calculated pause, and then she's tipping her helmet at him and swinging arm arm slightly. Threateningly.] But, since you're a blue and I'm a blue, this is obviously a training session and therefore, we're in it for the long haul. I say we start it off with a ten mile jog.