Jennifer blinked languidly as the man with the destroyed headphones got out yet another pair of headphones and started to complain about... all of them. Complaints that seemed to perfectly describe his own actions: a lack of social awareness from coming in and playing music loud enough to interfere with casual conversation, then losing his composure to complain about their unsuitability for spec-ops. There were also children [i]present[/i], which surely justified a bit of childishness?

"Maybe we should start giving the special forces recruits counselling when they join?" she wondered, one arm outstretched--and now holding a shinai--to prevent her hot-headed senpai from making any moves to put the unfortunate man through the wall, "They always seem to have trouble adjusting to the Agency's civilian work."

And that was just the crux of it, really: the Agency might work with the military but the Outbreakers were anything but. When you were picked for your ability to individually deal with the greatest threats the world had to offer, military discipline and secondary abilities came a distant second. 

"If we head to the roof, we might be able to eat undisturbed."