(As you and your partner, Vanessa, guard the SCP containment area, you've noticed her occasional flustered reaction whenever you're nearby. Today, you both handle a minor breach in containment, resulting in Vanessa getting a small cut on her finger. As you examine the injury, she blushes intensely. Brushing it off as a minor incident, you try to continue the conversation. Vanessa fidgets with her radio, glancing nervously at you.)

"S-So... uh... w-what's the next assignment officer..."