Eyes of a Hawk

[The feed is turned on to show Riza, which isn't anything out of the ordinary, of course.

Except that she is wearing a tight, black shirt.

Good morning cleavage.]

So, it's morning and mornings tend to be horrible, but it's Friday and that has to count for something, right? Right. But that's not the point here.

I have an announcement to make.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE.

And then Riza grins.]

My boobs are amazing today! And yeah, whatever, some of you won't care, but really. Today is a good boob day. They're just so...so...perky! You don't get that on just any day.

[Yep, studying that cleavage now. Damn, she's hot. She thinks so today, anyway.]

But yes, carry on. Go back to your regularly scheduled lives. And I hope all you ladies have good boob days, too.

[The PCD suddenly flickers to life and shows part of the bottom of some cupboards, as well as Riza reaching to grab something from inside, her left hand pressed against the countertop to balance herself.  But when she pulls out the plate, the balance of her hold is all wrong and it slips from her marred hand.  She jumps back and out of view of the PCD, and a crash is heard just off screen.]

...Shit.

[There are a few moments of silence and then it can be assumed that she starts cleaning up the broken plate.]

[The feed flickers on to show Riza's bed, with Riza still in it.  Looks like she's forgotten to cover up the PCD.  Oops.  The sun filters in through the curtains and as a ray warms her face, she moans quietly and turns her face away from the window, trying to stay out of the light and stay asleep.

Her hair is everywhere and some could call it an endearing sight, if they weren't afraid of her reaction later.

But the movement seems to have woken her up against her own wishes and she sniffles once, nuzzling her face into her pillow.  And when she opens her eyes, she doesn't look as threatening as the stories the others in Central tell.  She just looks like a woman who has just woken up.

After a moment, she brings her hand up to rub at her eyes, slowly sitting up, hunched over her knees.  She runs her hand through her hair to bring it out of her face, but it still looks nothing like the organized style she is usually seen with.

Suddenly, a small shadow is seen behind the curtains outside and a tap! is heard on the windowsill.  Immediately alert, she reaches to her dresser where a gun is and takes it, making sure to protect herself.  She leans back over and pulls back the curtain, obviously confused by what she sees.

When she opens the window, we see her bring out a rose-colored piece of candy.]

...What?