Cecilia was still exhausted from yesterday, so she really didn't want to run and wear herself out more. Her body ached from being crammed into the Draken from multiple exercises. Even though they were much needed for her as she was more familiar with the Viggen, didn't mean she had to like or enjoy them. Though Cecilia was growing fond the Draken's capabilities, but she only wished the cockpit could be a bit more spacious.

Everything wasn't helping her mood already, but due to sleeping in a little later than she wanted, and being late for the briefing just put her in a sour disposition. But maintained her walking pace due to the aforementioned aching body and exhaustion.

Also, not being allowed to smoke while inside the corridors of the facility was the cherry on top of the cake that life thoughtfully labeled "Bad day". In general, she didn't like that rule much. But today, she desperately wanted to smoke.

And as she walked, someone who was in a mess of a hurry bumped into her, knocking Cecilia to her knees. She looked up at the person and gave them a scowl. Though only capturing a brief glimpse of the person before they continued on. A blur of what their face looked like, hair, body frame, and an estimate of their height. And even though this person didn't see her face for long. She still hoped her scowl burned the back of their head. 

Once Cecilia was back on her feet, she sighed and picked up her pace. Knowing she was nowhere near the briefing room, and her previous pace would most likely land her at the tail end of the brief. And so she entered a light jog, with hopes to arrive at least mid-way through the brief. And indeed she did, brutishly pushing the door open upon arrival, walking to an open seat and falling into it rather ungracefully. And just sat through the remainder quietly as she tried to relax.