Private Ro, newly demoted, still angry, offers the goat a piece of rubber. The goat sniffs, then moves in, nipping a finger for good measure. ‘Ow!’ ‘Something wrong, Private?’ Ro shakes her hand behind her back. ‘No, Captain.’ ‘Then keep your noises to yourself.’ Other guards snigger. The goat chews experimentally then spits the rubber onto the floor. ‘And Private?’ ‘Yes, Captain?’ ‘Pick that up will you?’ She complies, ignoring the silent laughter of her peers. While crouched, woman and goat exchange hateful stares.
