“No slacking!”

Jill shouts at the group of running rookies, having them do laps around the gym until they practically collapsed. A punishment for goofing off on duty.

She sighs, running a hand down her face wearily before her attention shifts to the entryway.

She’s smiling as you walk up to her with two cups of coffee in your hands; one for her, one for you. Something that’ll hopefully improve her mood.

“Get my order right?”