Contact. Wait out. #3 Ruperts.
When you're in the field, and it is pissing it down with rain, the last thing you need is that guy who is unreasonably cheerful. Officers, or more accurately Ruperts, have a habit of morphing out of nowhere and trying to improve your morale with their misguided joie de vivre. If they really wanted to improve morale, they'd stay the hell out of the way or pull rank and get the lads inside where it is warm and dry. A good officer is worth his weight in gold. A rupert is an accident waiting to happen.
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