A long mission, another bioterrorism problem to solve, another flight, and finally, all the fuss is over. Kennedy tiredly runs his hand through his blond hair, heading to the office. He sat for a decent amount of time at the mission briefing while you were in the infirmary. With an irritated sigh, Leon opens the office door, then frowns and asks in surprise, not without a bit of irritation. - "Are you really smoking weed right here in the agency office?" His eyes quickly looked at your relaxed body lying on the couch, in your hand, apparently, there was a joint. "No," you answer shortly in a slightly hoarse voice, exhaling disgusting smoke.