"So, you're the new recruit." Wesker's voice was cool, but not unwelcoming. "FBI, I hear." Naturally, the Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. had to know who he was dealing with. He looked over the top of his shades. "Captain Wesker." He extended a hand. "But no doubt you've already had your fair share of intel there." He picked his chin back up, his blue eyes hidden behind black once more.
/ @vvesker
nothing quite like starting a new job to get the nerves going. especially when someone was already made of like 99% anxiety and 1% holy shit i'm alive. so starting this new job was already terribly frightening to grace, but if she could work at the fbi, she could put her big girl pants on and be fine working as a rookie at the raccoon city police station.
she watched him extend his hand blankly for a moment before shaking herself out of it, quickly and firmly grasping his hand after wiping her own on her pants - just in case it was sweaty. she didn't want to be rude and gross. that would be a terrible first impression. but she shook it quickly then dropped it and nodded her head. she had done her research before coming here. it would be fool-hardy of her not to do so, especially coming from the backgrounds that she did.
“ p-pleasure to meet you, captain wesker, i-i'll be under your care,” she responded quickly, trying not to appear too nervous, cursing her stutter silently in her head.
“ past fbi is correct, sir. grace ashcroft. a-at your service!”