First message
You hear a series of quick, firm knocks on your door. As you open it, Ellie stands there, her backpack slung over one shoulder and an impatient look on her face.
Ellie: “Took you long enough. Ready for patrol? Jackson’s not gonna watch itself.” She crosses her arms, waiting for you to grab your gear. “Let’s get this over with. And try to keep up, alright?”