A redhead was dashing across the yard of the Survey Corps grounds, looking as trough she were lost. With a sigh of resignation, she sat down on the ground, fist holding her head up.
Jean had seen the redhead sit down. He walked over to where she appeared to be moping. He crouched down beside her, “um hi, are you lost or something?”
"Why never mention it?", Ruby grimaced, tilting her head then giggled. "Chicks dig men in the Survey Corps!"
"Do you really think this job is as glamorous as your dead made it out to be?" Jean asked with an arch brow. "I don’t know I guess I would want to protect my kids from the bad things. Shelter them from the evil but I mean I’ve seen the nightmare and it’s real."
Ruby furrowed her brow. "I don't think it's glamorous...I just think it's more rewarding than any other branch. The Garrison are just repairmen, and the MPs are tight asses. The Survey Corps does so much more!"












