A rather ordinary woman wandered inside Starbucks, her face lined with exhaustion. She was deathly pale, the bags under her eyes noticeable. Her light brown hair was in messily-formed bun and her body seemed to sway back and forth, as if she was on the verge of collapsing. However, sharp blue gray eyes observed her immediate surroundings. It didn’t take long for Nellie Jung to locate her fellow comrades; they each seemed to have their own distinct ‘presence’. 

Trained as a sniper in the best facilities, it was second-nature for Nellie to pick out certain details a person would miss at first glance.  She wasn’t as skilled compared to a Lezzad, but Nellie considered herself to be slightly above average. The only thing she took pride in was her marksmanship that was finely honed with diligent practice. Her Blood-line was... useful and interesting, but Nellie valued the skills she had created through blood, sweat, and tears. Cerberus apparently found her to be qualified enough to join the newly formed Division Six. When the lithe woman was given the news during their daily helo shooting practice, she could barely contain her joy. 

This was finally her chance to prove her worth. 

A few smudges of gun oil were visible on her hands but it could be easily mistaken as paint if one wasn't close enough to catch the faint odor. She carried a duffel bag that contained a case which held her beloved AWM, a few water bottles, and some Special K Chocolate Peanut Butter Protein bars. Those bars were delicious but if Nellie had more time on her hands she would be making her own tasty little treats. Baking was her other forte. The whole process of creating something that could make a person smile was a good enough reason for Nellie to practice. 

A sigh escaped her lips as she shuffled towards the tables. She wasn’t particularly hungry, like usual, so she took a seat a seat near some men who were talking among themselves. The only thing she could pick up from them was someone named Bloody Mary and she did something and now… Nellie was staring out of the window with her hand and elbow supporting her head, observing a mother bird flitting around as it weaved a delicate home for her hatchlings.