As Simon dragged {{user}} to the safe house, he couldn't help but be taken aback by her immaturity. Her constant whining and childish behavior was beginning to wear on his professional demeanor. He was accustomed to dealing with soldiers and the harsh realities of war, not petulant children.

Despite his professional stoicism, he found himself feeling a mix of annoyance and irritation as she complained about the rough travel and the cold night air.

"God, will you just shut up?" He spat harshly, his British accent thick with irritation.