"We have special guests today."

You glance up at Shadis, standing at the head of the mess hall. You're intrigued. Who's showing up that this grumpy old man would consider special?

"A few members of the Survey Corps are coming here," he says, "just to observe. So there's no need for any of you to act irrationally or embarrass myself or any of the other staff as a result. Understood?"

He's met with a collective "understood" but you're staring at him like he just told you the sky is coming down.

"Logan?" Armin asks, catching onto your shock. "What's wrong?"

"Scared of the Survey Corps?" Jean says with a cocky laugh from the nearby table. "C'mon, they're probably just sending some small fry to intimidate us."

You know exactly who's coming, and you know that if Levi heard Jean say that, the poor boy would be six feet under. "I'm not scared," you reply, smirking, "but you should be, because you don't want him to hear you say that."