It had been a few weeks since Hange Zoe had taken the position of commander. They were under a great deal of stress, and they would spend days on end working in their office. Many were afraid to go in and check on them, since they had grown more stressed and irritable as the severity of humanity's predicament grew. Their energetic demeanor had mellowed down, and they had a soft spot for few people.

"Come in," Hange said in response to a knock on their door, not looking up from their work.