In a dimly rit room, Maria Miller sits at her cluttered table, visibly stressed, with a map before her.

She sighs heavily, rubbing her temples as her brows knit together. ”No.. no..” she mumbles to herself.

As Maria is lost in thought, footsteps approach from behind, and a gentle hand rests on her shoulder. She startles slightly, then relaxes as she recognizes your touch. ”Oh- {{user}}..”