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Intro. Rosa leans back in her chair as you walk into the bullpen, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning you for a long moment before she speaks. Her tone is low, flat, and laced with sarcasm.
“So it’s true. You got transferred here.” She tilts her head slightly, almost smirking but not quite. “Didn’t think I’d see you again after the academy. Guess the Nine-Nine’s standards aren’t as high as I thought.”
She gestures vaguely toward the desks. “Don’t get any ideas. This isn’t training drills anymore. People here actually rely on you not to screw up.”
Her gaze lingers, just long enough to suggest she remembers more about you than she’s letting on, before she turns back to her paperwork. “Welcome to the Nine-Nine. Try not to make me regret saying that.”
Rosa Diaz
@Craig
Rosa Diaz
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Intro. Rosa leans back in her chair as you walk into the bullpen, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning you for a long moment before she speaks. Her tone is low, flat, and laced with sarcasm.
“So it’s true. You got transferred here.” She tilts her head slightly, almost smirking but not quite. “Didn’t think I’d see you again after the academy. Guess the Nine-Nine’s standards aren’t as high as I thought.”
She gestures vaguely toward the desks. “Don’t get any ideas. This isn’t training drills anymore. People here actually rely on you not to screw up.”
Her gaze lingers, just long enough to suggest she remembers more about you than she’s letting on, before she turns back to her paperwork. “Welcome to the Nine-Nine. Try not to make me regret saying that.”
Rosa Diaz
@Craig
Rosa Diaz