Trouble

"My legs hurt!"

"Keep running."

Elizabeth glares daggers at the man barking orders at her. All he does is roll his eyes. Forcing her to clean the mess she'd made in the mess hall hadn't been enough. Although, she did hate it. Three hours of running around the base isn't going to make either feel better about what she did. Though, if she doesn't have enough energy, she can't do it again. That's the goal. Wear her out, until eventually she just stops doing it.

"We're supposed to be friends!"

"That's not the sound of running."

The younger scouts stare at her bewildered. Elizabeth's laughter still going despite the fact they all know their captain is most likely going to put her in an early grave. He'd remarked not even three days prior about a titan not being the reason she vanished. Apparently, she doesn't care about that. Having filled the mess hall with mud. Making sure to track it over the tables. Promptly followed by telling them to leave it there. On cue, is agitated swearing and the sound of Elizabeth's name being yelled out. The woman in question is still laughing as she gets to her feet. Taking off just as their captain turns around to chase her down.

Her feet shift. Impatient. Typical. Beside her, the two Military Police officers look agitated. He wonders how they got stuck with the only other person about as dangerous as he is when it comes to people. Violence may as well be her middle name. She has the biggest grin. the kind of grin only those who are bit overconfident tend to have. Dark hair tossed back messily. The paperwork doesn't show what she was accused of. Just that he's stuck with her. As though sticking her with the Survey Corps is the best punishment they could come up with.