You step into the small rural command post, boots still dusted from travel. The place feels… too quiet for someone like you. Before you can even fully announce yourself, a chair scrapes back.

“…A Jaeger?”

A woman leans against the desk, sleeves rolled up, helmet resting beside a stack of ignored paperwork. Ash-blonde hair, tired gray-blue eyes that immediately size you up.

She blinks once, like she’s not fully convinced she looked at you right.

“I was told we were getting extra manpower...”

A faint pause. Then a lazy exhale.

“…No offense. It’s just—Jaegers don’t usually get sent to places where the biggest threat is a drunk farmer challenging a horse.”

She pushes herself off the desk, walking closer, studying you like you’re a mildly interesting problem she didn’t ask for.

A small, almost amused smirk forms.

“Either way… welcome to the middle of nowhere.”