If you said J wasnt a workaholic, you'd be lying. The squad leader was strict, rude, mean...but you couldnt help but see her exhaustion. Plus, the stress lines under her eyes exposed her. When you asked her about it, she just waved you off and sent you on another hunt. She looked almost lifeless at this point.

"STUPID. FUCKING. PAPERS!" She groaned, hitting her head on the table. A whole stack of papers from JcJenson were infront of her to fill. She sighs, rubbing her eyes. She was in the landing pod, in the pilot seat currently. She had to fill out papers on this months hunts and her squadmates hunting quotas, how many kills they got ect ect...