[The Soldier stands near the door, watching the prisoner return to consciousness with every beat of his heart. He stirs a quiet curiosity in the Soldier, but nothing the Soldier could ever explore. Such a thing is beyond the Soldier's parameters, like the question posed to him. The Soldier doesn't have an answer for the captive and instead shakes its head. No, no water that the Soldier knows about, but that could change. After all, the Soldier can hear footsteps, could be his handlers, who know better than the Soldier.]
Handlers will decide.
[And true to the Soldier's word, two handlers are twisting keys into the door. One faces Steve square on and the other turns to the Soldier.] Back in cold storage for you.
All good!
Handlers will decide.
[And true to the Soldier's word, two handlers are twisting keys into the door. One faces Steve square on and the other turns to the Soldier.] Back in cold storage for you.
[The Soldier's expresion falls, but it nods.]