Riza walked into the office, head slightly lowered and eyes darting around to inspect the room. As she went to sit down in her chair, she misses and takes in a quick breath. At this, Roy looks up from his paperwork.
"Hawkeye, are you okay?" he asks, concerned. He notices her face is slightly pink and there are dark shadows under each eye. She doesn't, respond so he asks again.
"Hawkeye, are you feeling well?" At the sound of Roy's voice, she jumps, slightly.
"Uh…yes, sir. I'm fine." She seems, oddly, jumpy today. He impatiently taps his pen on his desk until she looks up at him.
"Sir?" she gazes at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He glances into her amber-toned eyes to read her more. Roy pushes himself up from his desk and crosses the room toward her, wearing a serious expression.
"Colonel, is there something you need?" She asks innocently. He grabs her elbow and lifts her out of her seat to face him equally.
"Riza… there's something you're not telling me." Roy speaks sternly, keeping his grip on her tight. She's facing the floor, hair engulfing her face and shielding her from his unwanted stare. He lightly grabs her chin and pulls her face up to looks at him.
Her jaw is clenched, eyes tightly shut, fists squeezed, and she is slightly shaking.
"It's my problem, sir. Just leave me be." With that, she whips around and returns to her desk.
"Riza… I," Roy begins.
"Just let the chips fall where they may!" she cuts him off, yelling while a single tear streams down her cheek. She speeds out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Havoc, Breda, Fuery, Falman, and Roy.
"Alright, chief. What did you do to her this time?" Havoc asks, sitting at his desk and holding a cigarette in his mouth, unlit of course.
Mustang sat in his chair, hands on his head, in a depressed position.
"Are you alright, sir?" Fuery calmly questions. Roy mumbles something under his breath. "What?" they all, except Roy, ask in union.
"I've never seen that look in her eyes, or the way she acted. Something's wrong and she wants to hold it in… Fuery!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Go to the main desk, check if Hawkeye left for home, and then report back to me."
" Got it!" the bespectacled boy saluted and then went on his errand.
"What're you thinkin', Mustang?" Havoc asks, a sly grin on his face and cigarette still set in his mouth.
"Step on of Operation: Hawk's Heart is about to begin."