[Sara's PoV]
"Hanji, you're being an idiot," I say, shoving another forkful of food in my mouth.

"She's always an idiot," Mikasa says, staring at Hanji with the rest of the people.

"No, I'm an experimental idiot, there's a difference. And I'm not always this excited. Okay, I am, but this one is very special."

"Yep, getting Eren intoxicated is so amazingly, mind-bogglingly awesome. Because nothing will go wrong at all. I swear, if I see him pouting because of his massive hangover, I'm not helping. Mikasa, I'm saving it for you."

"I'm passing it on to Hanji."

"I'm not taking care of Eren's--or Armin's-- hangover," Hanji responds. "I've already checked in on them, and I have all the data that I need."

"Hanji, I wonder about you."

"Everyone does, but I have no idea why," Hanji says lightly, laughing softly.

"I hope you're being sarcastic," Mikasa mumbles, finishing her food.

"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. Who knows? Well, I have another experiment to run. Cya!"

"You finished your food?!" I say in shock. She has nothing left to eat. I didn't even see her eat anything.

"I've learned to eat fast." She stands up and walks out of the room.

"My God," I mutter.

Mikasa just stares where the woman was before.

Hanji runs back to us. "I forgot to tell you, Levi wants to talk to you. I was up in the infirmary, and he asked if I could get you."

"When was this, Hanji?"

"Yesterday."

"Oh my God, how did you even become a squad leader with your twisted schedule?"

"Ask Erwin!" The insane woman walks out again, probably experimenting on someone else.

I practically inhale the rest of my food so that I don't keep Levi waiting. It may be something important. I bolt upstairs, leaving Mikasa to take care of my dishes.

As I walk in to the infirmary, Levi stares at me. "What took you so long?"

"Hanji just told me now."

"D*mmit. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her."

"What did you want me for?"

"Who do you think did this?" He gestures stiffly to his chest, which is wrapped in a cast.

"I don't know, I went through your room a lot to see if I could find any clues. Nothing."

"It was an MP. He had some sort of mask on, so I couldn't see his face, but he said something about being rogue and said to tell the rest of the regiment that he's after us."

"What did he look like?"

"He was tall--as tall as Bertholdt--but not as lanky. I'm bad at describing things, d*mmit."

"So a tall guy who's more muscular is what you're saying, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay. Did he have his hair hidden?"

"Yes. Tch, who would want to kill us? We're humanity's biggest hope, they're just fat pigs who can't fight at all."

"Thanks for that. I'm going to go to the king and tell him that one of the MPs are rogue."

"Wait and go with someone else. We don't want you getting shot again."