1. milk, 2. eggs, 3. tea

[powerdriven]

[ In Ehrmich District, refugees are swarming the city. While they prepare for the chosen group to commence their trek to Wall Rose, Levi feels the claustrophobia of being surrounded by MPs who speak with foul, disdainful breath. Their authority means nothing, as they and the refugees are the same. Insects seeking shelter from the rain, hiding in the only place available to them. The conversation has turned to Survey Corps achievements, and it agitates him to listen, so he steps out of the gathering place with a firm stare on the old minister, expecting he'll stay put.

Outside of the warehouse, Armin is the first one he spots. To be honest, he hadn't paid much attention to him before—but Hange had let him take the lead on planning the operation and he doesn't question her reason. Passing him on his right, he talks back to him in thought of making use of his idleness. ]

Come. We should stock up and I'll need another set of hands.