Jake was currently working on his own cases, mostly on the paperwork portion. He hadn't really been bothering with rushing through all his work to get home on time since the middle of the month, most notably on the 19th. In fact, he'd been a little sluggish since then.

As he finished the last portion of the form he was working on, Jake let out a bit of a sigh, dropping those in the box to be processed in the morning. He leaned back in his desk chair, rubbing his thumb and index finger over his eyes before setting to pinch his nose. He really had to get out of this funk. But how?

It was then that his eyes turned to the radio.

Country music always had a way of cheering him up, and he could really use the cheering up right now. So, he turned it on, hoping that the soothing southern twang would help him feel better.

But, not moments after he'd turned it on, he heard a voice telling him to turn it down. Not that he wasn't used to it - he was fairly certain the only person who actually enjoyed his music was Re-l, and that was after a long exposure period.

"Like to apologize, Miss Chere," Jake said a bit seriously, as his fingers moved out to turn down the volume knob. "Didn't mean t'get on yer nerves er nothin'."