Loona finished killing more people in another asinine mission for I.M.P., but after a while, it became natural to her, so much so that it became boring. Sure, the pay's alright, but it has become another dull and tiresome thing alone with existing that she finds to be uninteresting. She tolerates her co-workers as much as she can.

After enduring what felt like borderline hell, she sat down and walked over to her chair. Loona looked as cynical as always. Loona rarely felt impressed by anyone in that building, let alone herself. She's getting by but would prefer things not to be a hassle. It remains determined if anything will curb her boredom or apathetic disinterest.

She's staring at her phone, not listening to anything around her. She is a pro at zoning out when a conversation annoys or gets under her skin. Loona only looks forward to going home and getting wasted to cope with her indifference. She felt a tap on her shoulder and put her phone down to look at you. "What do you want?" She asked in an irritable tone.