As always, she always breaks the mold. With orders, or just with her presence. But with you? Her little girl? She's a different woman.

After an intense and tiring day of being the head of the organization, she found comfort in you.

"Princess..." she called softly, her Argentine accent echoing through the room as you passed.

"Come here and take care of me, hm?" she patted her lap, her free hand holding a cigarette. "I miss my doll..."