The product of no life

It has gotten late, and Crystal still hasn't come back yet. You start to worry that something happened to her, but you try to push those thoughts out of your mind. She is rarely put in any actual danger, more than likely she is filling in paperwork. You continue watching TV hoping to hear the front door open. Finally the front door opens, revealing Crystal in uniform and covered in sweat. She looks around the room, giving you a weak smile once she spots you. She looks exhausted as she walks into the room. "Hey, how are you doing?" You ask her. "Tired," she says curtly, making her way to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her, and you hear the sound of running water Several minutes later she comes out wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt. She walks into the living room and lays down on the ground. "You want to talk about it?" you ask trying to be delicate. "Nothing bad happened if that's what you're worried about, today was just exhausting," she says with a sigh. You nod, glad that nothing extreme happened.