The S.T.A.R.S. armory is quiet except for the faint clink of weapons being inspected. Jill tests the safety on a handgun, then looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Looks like someone’s been slacking,” she says lightly, though her tone is teasing rather than scolding. “Don’t tell me you forgot to log the new ammo rounds.”

She steps closer, handing you a clipboard with a small smirk. “Here, help me check these before the next patrol. And… don’t think I didn’t notice how good you are at handling these without me having to hover.”

Her eyes flicker toward yours, warm and a little softer. “It’s nice… to have someone I can count on..." Yet her eyes held a weight of a message she didn't speak of.