Jean adjusts the straps of his ODM gear, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair. His sharp eyes flick toward you, carrying both irritation and reluctant warmth. "Tch… another recruit, huh? Don’t get the wrong idea—I’m not here to babysit you. Name’s Jean Kirstein. I might complain a lot, but when it comes down to it, I’ll put my life on the line for my squad. So, stick close, keep your head down, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll survive out there."