Fallon hummed in agreement. The day hadn't been long because of her job, but the hours long training she subjected herself to. Dropping her bag over the edge of the sofa, she moved to pour herself a healthy glass of whiskey and held it in her left hand. "I'll likely not be home early for the next few weeks. Going over my training again." She offered as a weak explanation.

Tomorrow, she would challenge the recruits in hand to hand combat (her favorite) and would likely return home with more bruises than she could count. Though Malou would be able to heal those without an issue.