[Margaret visibly bristles--both at the seeming implication that she isn't capable of work, and the suggestion to take off the ring.]

What do you think nurses do in the military, just sit around and look pretty for the doctors? I'm more than capable of shoveling snow, Vasiliy Ardankin. [It seems that, lately, she's taken to saying his full name in a mocking, sardonic tone. If he wants to be called that, she'll oblige, but in the most annoying way possible.] And I'm keeping the ring on.

[She shoves more of the turkey into her mouth angrily, trying to finish it as fast as possible. When the tin plate is scraped clean, she throws it out, grabs her coat and scarf, and immediately marches towards the door that connects to the garage.]

Come on--get moving, will you?