Rose was nervous.<br/><br/>That was something one didn't see very often. Years of schooling had ingrained in the young therapist the idea that she had to put out an aura of confidence, or at the least, coldness. This was so she wasn't mistaken as being a weak person...a survival instinct taught from her parents as much as the schooling. And it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing; after all, those years of schooling and of being socially inept had resulted in her having an extensive knowledge of the human body.<br/><br/>But for all her studies, Rose wasn't fluent in one area: human interactions. It'd have been bad enough if she'd gone the traditional route and become a doctor in a practice, seeing patients one-on-one. Instead, she had applied to be a therapist for a team of people. And she was deeply surprised to have been accepted. Still, the prospect of having to interact with so many people scared her, although she hoped she wasn't needed that often or that injuries wouldn't be too bad.<br/><br/>And to make matters worse, she knew nothing of football. Indeed, before this whole mess of a decision, she had considered sports to be a waste of time and energy. Thus, when she had been accepted for the position, she had to study for weeks to learn the rules and the ins and outs. She also had to read up on possible injuries, not a reassuring thing to have to study. This only further inflamed the doubt inside her<br/><br/>So, it was with trepidation that she entered the room with the players. And the other person, who looked like a reporter, a man leaning on the wall. And the coach, who was now her boss. On the way in, she passed the cut players. Their rude comments made her laugh a bit, though she did find it odd they were even there. "So that's how he works..." She said to no one in particular. It was a bad habit of hers to talk to herself, as if she trusted only herself.<br/><br/>Once inside the room, the therapist looked around at the twelve girls left. "...interesting. So this is the team..." As was a habit, Rose leaned on a nearby wall and began her usual calming-down act of taking mental notes about the weaknesses and strengths of them, from what she could infer. This would be an interesting job to say the least...