McKenna was grumbling as she stalked off the light-rail that had delivered her to the inner regions of Sector 9. She had spent months chasing the nymph after being promised that she would have time back at the base to relax, to be herself. "Just have to get to know her," she mocked under her breath, recalling Kingsley's words. Oh, she had gotten to know Raelee alright. Right down to practically having the other female's pheromones imprinted on her as she carried her bratty little self back to a remote training center. The staff there could deal with her--McKenna had had enough of getting her brain re-written by the scents the nymph gave off.
The blonde had garnered a few surprised looks from the agents and staff who knew her when she arrived. Being one of the agents best known for looking classy, she'd appeared anything but when she presented her credentials just a short while ago at the entrance to the facility. Tattered jeans, a plain tank top, tousled hair; those weren't too unusual. But she looked tired, and that was rare--McKenna Callan did not let herself show weakness anymore if she could help it. She hadn't felt like she could rest until she at least made sure the entire affair was taken care of, and this was after just finishing another long-term mission as it was! It added up to her being cranky, and lord help everyone she ran into if she didn't get a cinnamon roll or something sweet. And quick!