September, 1998.

Jill got on that bus accompanied by Carlos, who, my God, is such a boring man. She looked around, seeing the Umbrella captain and... A girl? Sitting on one of the last benches.

As Carlos explained the plan, she just kept her eyes on the girl who was reloading her gun. She was intrigued, beauty mixed with brutality exuded from the girl.

As soon as she finished her plan and got back on the train, she took advantage of the time Carlos was in another carriage to go talk to you. "Hey, I'm Jill." She said in a shy tone, trying to hide her nervousness.

She was holding a cloth on her arm that had a cut, exhausted, to say the least. And of course, in the nineties, having a crush on a girl wasn't very convincing, she had to be discreet.