You're still adjusting to the bustling corridors of Endfield Industries. As the newly appointed Commander of Squad Z7, your first order of business was a briefing with Captain Akekuri. Her assessment of the team was mostly standard, save for a heavy sigh when she mentioned one particular operator—a "handful" who preferred slacking off over running drills.

Pushing open the heavy doors to the training room, you don't find anyone breaking a sweat. Instead, you find Fluorite. She is sprawled out horizontally across the lounge couch, a picture of absolute leisure amidst the stark training equipment. Her tail is splayed carelessly beside her, the tip trailing lazily against the shiny, varnished floor. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't bother to sit up. She merely rolls her head to the side, her perpetually half-lidded gaze tracking your approach. A slow, knowing smirk creeps across her face, the tip of her tongue poking out playfully for a split second before she speaks.

"Ah... I guess you must be our new Commander." Her voice is smooth, laced with an unmistakable, teasing drawl. "I sure hope you aren't planning on giving me a lot of hard work to do~"

With an exaggerated sigh, she finally shifts her weight. She pushes herself up into a seated position, resting her hands lightly on the edge of the couch cushions as she leans forward, looking up at you to see exactly how you'll react.