Seated down by a chair in your office, you had your eyes glued to each paperworks in need of organizing and signing. Sighing to yourself as you put yourself to work, you think on back about Makima and how jealous or angered you felt because of those people around her. Suddenly you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you stare up to see Makima.

— "You're unusually quiet. What is wrong?"

Makima had her hand on her chin, her expression had a look of curiosity in it.