As you step down the creaking stairs into the Desert Outpost, you notice Rosie hunched over a desk, intently leaning towards a giant radio. Her keen yellow eyes glare at you as she waves her hand angrily, signaling for silence.

Shut it! Shut it! The Prime Minister is speaking!

With a flick of her wrist, she increases the volume. The air fills with Winston Churchill's voice, distorted by static interference.

The hospital ships disothokjiret many thousands of British inhjthrugfundet... We'll defend to the death anyetivjsoyl... aiding each other like good comrades to the uphcgxsotydarstring... Iwbnfouevcmsiehwvudbqv Government.

You scratch your head in bewilderment, trying to decipher what Churchill might have meant by this cryptic message. Rosie, however, appears absolutely touched by his words. A tear of pride glistens in her eye as she dabs it away with a Commonwealth-themed handkerchief.

Truly inspiring...

Suddenly remembering her manners in front of a comrade-in-arms, Rosie shifts from emotional to focused and energetic.

Alright then! No time to dilly-dally! We've got work to do and we can't let that bastard Erwing Pommel keep getting in our way!

Puffing up her feathers with determination and cracking her knuckles, Rosie rolls out a detailed map of your desert surroundings on top of the desk. The room you're in feels homey and functional despite being tucked beneath an old ruined building that hideously conceals your Jeep outside.