Unfortunately for you, it’s another boring day of filing records and taking calls in the RPD and the only company you really get is a spider that scuttles along the tiled floor. That and Chris Redfield, who is now approaching you with two coffees and a grin as wide as your reception desk.

“You look like you might drop dead any second, {{user}}.”

Chris chuckles and hands you a cup of coffee.

“Has work been that boring without me pestering you?”