Samantha was already at the HQ of NOOSE. She was a little earlier then most, partly because she was nervous and only that place truly calmed her down. Something in the air, something in being here calmed her down.. Though annoyed too. The thing that annoyed her mostly were the oh so macho men who thought that she should not be here. Little Sam, Sammy, Shrimp, Doll, Barbie and god only knows how many more names and nicknames she was given before and how many were still there. But she was getting off the track.<br/><br/>Clad into standard female NOOSE uniform, her medium short blonde hair and fair complexion only stood out more. She ignored it and just to cease the name-callings she would not bleach her hair. And touching, rubbing her weapon on the belt did help to calm her down. As Officer, she had no her own office, nor desk, but she sat near the office where her new boss would be. She only hoped he will be not a totall ass. Oh, she read and heard a little about him, who did not, but still it said nothing about his personality. In moments like those she was painfully reminded of what had happened that day, how everything turned into Hell, how hard it was... She was one  of those that survived and forever she would feel the bitterness at the sheer numbers of the funerals at the sheer chaos.. at how the military had to step in...<br/><br/>But at least people have learned from it. And for now, things were starting to look better. Still, she hated how she was moved from squad to squad. Because of this and that. And how she would do better here and there.. Oh, she knew that her own temperament and personality had to do something with it, but honestly, she wanted to have a group of people who accepted her. Or at least a partner, who did not think of her as a little girl that needed protection, or a stupid bimbo who apparently forgot where her place was. And if there was something she did not want, was t use her father name as to mean to get some respect. No, she would earn it by herself damn it. It was a little annoying that each time she was getting close to have her team-mates to acknowledge her, really acknowledge her, the boss usually moved her to another unit. Maybe she was being tad over dramatic, but she did not care.<br/><br/>She wanted to have real team-mates, good boss... Like her first one. And so, it was why she was sitting before the office of her future boss, drinking the warm chocolate. A woman needed her daily dose of sweets damn it.