Typing quickly on her laptop, the pony tailed brunette sighed. She was taking down notes she missed and texting Marco, who wasn't feeling too well about himself. "I can't be much help to humanity" "I suppose I'll make a good bed warmer" "I'm already sure Jean can't look me in the eye anymore" were some of the messages he sent her. Hanji tried reassuring his complaints. Marco fought, he did what he needed to do... The freckled boy was fortunate to be found alive when he was. After a near death experience like such, he should relax and try to take it easy, but here he was still worrying about humanity. Guess it's a soldier thing.
Finally finishing her notes, she sent him a quick "I'm leaving now." then proceeded to shove her belongings into her side bag. That poor bag went through hell with her, a good friend had gotten her it before moving away. The college student took her leave, walking to her car and placing her bag on the seat. She started the car and drove to where Marco was staying. It was a nice building, maybe a little too nice for the girl. Maneuvering quickly through the building, Hanji stood infront of his door and knocked sharply three times, waiting for Marco to tell her to come in.
