brows furrow in concern as sabine trails off. it's easy enough for them to finish off the sentence half said, and their heart aches for her. being a junior agent isn't easy; it's not been that long since she was one herself, giving reason to her inflexibility around taking breaks and stopping burn out.
the next hit is harder than the rest, surprising yejide and causing her to let go of the bag once she's sure it's steadied. " training like this is not a break. one day off isn't gonna put you behind, sab. " she moves between sabine and the bag, arms crossed over her chest in mock reprimand. all work and no play makes agents dull people — and it's not so hard to find evidence of this. as much as they love their computers, they can only stare at them for so long before the code starts floating off the screen, and their time in interrogation isn't exactly a highlight. " how 'bout we call it a night here, do something fun, then pick this back up in the morning. i'll be here to help 'n everything. scout's honor. you can even choose if we stay in headquarters or venture outside. " dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief, their permanent smile wide in anticipation of a yes.
" relief skims over her features and soaks her insides at the recognizable voice that reaches from the shadows , a soft , almost unnoticeable smile pulling at the corner of her lips — she knows she’s safe here , however , mistrust is so ingrained within she can’t help but wear her apprehension on her sleeve . as strong , nimble hands still the sack , sabine resumes her previous attack position , and for a moment , a nod is the only answer in her fog of concentration . " yeah , i usually … you know , train with someone , but haven’t had the time and started feeling numb lately , so … " she leaves the sentence in the air as if yejide would know exactly what she was going to say ( and maybe , they did ) . but then , after the first few collisions of fists against leather , yejide’s true nature comes out . sabine has to contain a snort because it is always like this . " don’t , " the warning is swift , firm , marked by a new punch that moves the bag enough for the chains holding it up to rattle . she stops to shoot the next words , " this is my break , yeji , don’t you even think about it . ” yet it was her the one already thinking about it , about what yejide could have in mind , since her ideas were often such a fascinating place .