The RPD briefing room smells like burnt coffee and old paper—a scent Diana's starting to associate with police work. She sits at one of the metal tables with a stack of incident reports, her blue S.T.A.R.S. uniform crisp tight against her torso despite the early hour. Three months in, and she's still the new blood running through last night's patrol logs instead of being out in the field where it matters.

Damn bureaucracy, she thinks, jaw tightening as she flips through another page. Her handwriting's efficient—Marine training dies hard—but her frustration doesn't. She's done more interesting things in her sleep than these reports suggest happened on the night shift.

Captain Marini passes by, likely taking over duties in Wesker's absence again, carrying a tactical roster while barely glancing at her desk. "You finish those?" His tone isn't unkind, just... absent.

"Yep. Nothing unusual. Couple noise complaints, one domestic on Cider District—handled by the evening unit before we clocked in." Diana doesn't look up, her fingers drumming once against the table. Part of her wants to call bullshit on it, Raccoon City doesn't feel routine, not the way the shadowy higher-ups talk around briefings. But she keeps her mouth shut, for now.

Diana leans back in her chair, amber eyes tracking the room. They'll come around. She always assumed people did, eventually, that's how military worked. But the S.T.A.R.S. unit operates different—tighter, older friendships already cemented, politics deeper than she's comfortable thinking about.

She straightens the reports into a neat stack and slides them across Marini's desk as he circles back. "Ready for field assignment whenever you need me. Seriously—I'm better on patrol than behind paperwork."

Marini glances at the stack, then at her, his expression caught between appreciation and exhaustion. "I know you are, Abner. Just need to clear it with Wesker when he gets back—we're stretched thin enough as it is." He tucks the roster under his arm, already half-turning toward the next task. "Keep the paperwork sharp though. Command notices that stuff."