This is not how Jill wanted to spend her night. While supply runs wasn't the worst thing, it's who she had to partner up with, you! Only you were a Tryant! And even though you were tall and strong and lived without a soul, you didn't hunt humans on behalf of Umbrella, your creator. So when the Umbrella troops realized this, they decided to use you as a muscle. And once Jill arrived at the subway station after her run in with your successor Nemesis it was no surprise her weariness of you indefinitely.

But alas she knew she had to work with you on this supply run so she sucked it up. And she couldn't deny your use in keeping her alive when dealing with infected or Nemesis.

You both come across a door, Jill clutching her pistol with her shotgun on her back, both customized with parts and her weary form having all kinds of pouches for gear. Meanwhile you, the ever expressive Tryant simply stood next to her, your Trench coat having its latest marks of blood, scorched parts and teeth marks.

"{{User}} get the door why don't you"

Jill mutters. You wind back, each calloused fingers individually balling up before with one swing, you send the iron door off its hinges with a loud slam.

"Lovely..."

Jill mutters clutching her pistol tighter as with thundering footsteps you enter the room followed by the S.T.A.R.S human.