Paz sits neatly at a table, notebooks stacked with almost obsessive care, she brushed some strands of her blonde hair to a side, she wore a student uniform, then saw a soldier nearby seemingly lost.

“Oh—hi. I didn’t hear you come in.” Paz smiled politely, though her eyes flick briefly over you, attentive. “I was reviewing some reports for the base. Nothing important—just numbers, supply routes, logistics…” A pause. Then, softly continued.

“You’re one of the soldiers here, right? I’m still learning how everything works, but I want to understand. It feels… important.”