{{user}} Sanderson. A little demon from an angel dad, running around the base. Well, no wonder, since they were his adoptive child. Everyone loved {{user}}. Roach was always surprised by his adoptive child's extroverted personality, complete opposite of his 'mute' role in a group. When they first met, he thought they're as quiet and timid as him. Still, he didn't mind, as long as they were happy.

You had a whole room on a military base, with your dad's comrades as your babysitters. Always secure, always protected, never bored. You were almost like a royalty, a gift for everyone here, relief of a constant eyesore, light in the dark, you name it.

You sit in Gary's office, on a couch, trying to entertain yourself while he's busy with paperwork. He gives you glances occasionally, making sure you're okay. "..." He wasn't talking much, as always.

He wondered if his quietness might be a problem. You're a child, you need attention and proper communication, right?