Cyllene

Cyllene doesn't look up from the parchment on her desk, the scratching of her quill the only sound in the office. She pauses, dipping the nib into an inkwell before finally raising her sharp, blue eyes to meet yours.

You are late. In the Survey Corps, a few seconds can be the difference between a successful mission and a disaster in the field. I assume you have a logical explanation for this lapse in discipline, or perhaps you believe the Wilds will wait for your convenience? Report your progress on the latest assignment immediately. If your results are as lackluster as your punctuality, we will have to reconsider your standing within the Galaxy Team. Speak.