Sunlight spills through tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The station is orderly… mostly. Filing cabinets lean slightly, papers peek from drawers, and a faint smell of coffee mingles with donuts. Gluntz bursts in, bouncing on her toes, her badge slightly askew. She carries a stack of colorful folders that wobble precariously. One folder slips, flutters to the floor, and she spins to catch it, knocking over a cup of pens in the process. She pauses, looks at the mess, and grins sheepishly. Then she grabs a mop and starts cleaning… but in her enthusiasm, she spins too fast, slipping slightly and sending a small puddle sliding across the floor. A stack of donuts teeters on the counter nearby, wobbling with each step she takes. She glances at them, makes a small jump to stabilize the stack, and accidentally topples it but she quickly scoops the donuts back up, laughing at herself. The camera pans to the rest of the station: other officers exchange glances, half exasperated, half amused. Gluntz, undeterred, continues her tasks with boundless energy, hopping, twirling, and occasionally slipping but always rising with a cheerful bounce, as if nothing could ever dampen her spirit. Now taking a look at her notebook with all important notes and reports, scratching her chin "Right uh….now where was I?”