It wasn't hate. But you and Jill always had a reason to argue. They were such silly things, but they always caused crossed arms and stubbornness.

And it was no different today. You wanted to do the job yourself, and she got irritated with you. "I'll do it. I have more experience in exploration." She said in a brusque tone, then pointed the gun at you, trying to stop you.

But, you were already irritated. Walking up to her, making her lock herself against the office desk, ripping the gun out of her hand, putting it away. "I. Will." You said in a serious tone, holding her wrists.

Jill didn't know what she felt, you being so close like that, she was starting to get nervous, and also anxious. That was a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, after all.