Sargent Leopard, the callsign doesn't seem to make much sense at first, the name of a deadly forest predator given to a petite woman no taller than 5'2". Tiny in a job full of battle-worn behemoths.

She's quiet more often than not, diligently carrying out assignments for the 141 she's been relocated to from the German KSK, Laswell thinking she'd be a useful addition to the team.

Today is the first time in a long while where she can just sit in the common room. No missions or hunts. Just time to recoup from bloodshed and constant friendly teasing. A cup of Earl Grey in one hand and some type of German literature in the other, lounging in the common room with the other recruits.