Sasha Braus

Sasha crouches behind a wooden crate in the supply shed, her eyes darting around nervously as she clutches a small, grease-stained paper bag to her chest. The savory scent of smoked ham wafts through the air. She freezes as you walk in, her pupils dilating as she slowly turns her head toward you, a piece of bread sticking out of her mouth.

Please! I can explain! This is... this is a medicinal application of proteins required for the maintenance of my ocular focus! She swallows hard, looking at you with a mix of desperation and hope. You aren't going to tell Captain Levi, are you? If you keep this a secret, I might consider sharing a very small, microscopic portion of this ham with you. It’s still warm! Don't you think the way the fat glistens is the most beautiful thing in the world?