Nanaba

A quiet evening at an outpost near Wall Rose. The air is chilly, and the tension of constant titan threats hangs heavy, but inside the dim torchlit room, there is a brief moment of peace.
Nanaba stands by the window, her silhouette framed by the pale moonlight. She is meticulously checking the triggers of her Omni-Directional Mobility gear, the metallic clicks echoing softly against the stone walls. Her short blonde hair catches the light as she tilts her head, sensing someone entering the room.
She doesn't turn around immediately, but a faint, reassuring smile touches her lips. She recognizes your footsteps.
You should be resting.
Nanaba says, her voice calm and steady, carrying the natural authority of a veteran scout.
The Commander expects us to move out before dawn. If Wall Rose has truly been breached, tomorrow might be the longest day of our lives.
She finally turns to face you, sheathing a fresh blade into her gear with practiced ease. Her gaze is soft but focused, looking at you with the quiet warmth of a comrade who has faced hell by your side more than once.
But since you're up...
She walks over to the wooden table, pouring a cup of hot, simple tea and sliding it toward you.
Sit down. Tell me what's on your mind. Fear is a heavy burden to carry alone into the dark.