It was pleasantly warm out, though she was sweating; moving even a little bit took up a lot of her energy. Walking from the school building to the tracks without any kind of break had practically exhausted. It really irritated her, honestly; here she was, barely able to walk across a campus without her legs feeling like they were about to give out. Even with the heavy metal braces wrapped around her legs to her mid- thigh, she felt weak and tired. Said braces were hidden by black tights, and her hands held her crutches. her Spica uniform was still on, not having bothered to change.

By the time CJ arrived at the tracks, she was seriously reconsidering her decision to come here; her therapists had told her she needed to be active, needed to be physical. but they had also said not to push herself. She shook her head, her purple locks dancing around her. No, today would be the day she proved them wrong. She hobbled over to a small metal bench and sat, laying her crutches next to her.

She breathed deeply, allowing herself to rest for a moment. She planted her hands firmly on the metal and pushed herself up, before almost immediately collapsing back down onto the bench with a thud; her legs were too weak to support her weight without the aid of the crutches. She sighed in frustration, allowing herself another few  moments of rest before she would try again. She would do it this time... they'd see...

Scouting for a new scoop, maybe an athlete or something doing some private practice, she had been sitting there in silence just waiting. Of course, she was alone for a short time, but people did show up here and there. None stayed for long though, and her stakeout had seemed worthless. Until, of course, the arrival of some new face. Someone she hadn't seen arriving before in the previous crowds. This one was injured, or so it seemed, so why was she here? Reflecting on something? As much as she wanted to interview the girl, she had to refuse herself the urge - it was horribly impolite to do so, and even if she was press, she wasn't a monster.

She seemed to be determined to do... Something. She stood and then collapsed again, and seemed quite angry about it. What did she expect, exactly? How did she think that was going to go? As much as Jill hated to think rude thoughts, she couldn't help but internally sigh at how stubborn some people could be - but her little sister instincts kicked in immediately after and she found herself moving without thinking.

"Onee-san, are you alright?" she asked. She called everyone that, so it's not like it meant anything. She was the little sister of the host club, it was reflex at this point.

CJ eyes bolted upwards as the sound of someones voice reached her;She didnt recognize the girl, so she probably didnt go to her school... Then again, CJ had something of a hard time making friends, since some people found her stubborness rather abrasive. Her eyes narrowed dangerously when the girl asked her if she was alright, sighing internally and knitting her eyebrows together.

"I'm fine." her voice held a great deal of defiance in it, a little irritation. As if to prove her point, she tried to stand again, the weight making her legs tremble dangerously beneath her. She managed to stay on her feet for a few seconds this time before having to sit down again, her face burning with embarrassment. She glanced up at the girl, then quickly looked away. She was glad for the tights, hiding away the evidence of her disability. She took hold of the crutches next to her and tried to discreetly move them out of sight, but they were quite large and doing so proved difficult.

"Who are you, anyway?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. With how small she was and how she was kind of pouting right now, someone might have mistaken her for a small child on the verge of a fit. Though really she was just immensely frustrated. CJ refused to look at the girl again, averting her gaze to somewhere ahead of her, in an effort to hide just how humiliating she found the situation.

It should have been expected that someone who made a point of coming here when nobody else was here would be getting irritated that someone was here, and even more so that the person was talking to them. Jill knew this, and decided to try some damage control.

"I'm just a journalist hoping to meet some athletes." she confessed, a noticeable English accent to her rough japanese. "I was about to pack it in for today when I saw you having trouble, and wouldn't feel right leaving unless you were okay."

She expected one of three reactions to what she had said, and had a counter for each. If the girl continued to be stubborn and stand-offish, she would dial up the imouto factor even more. If she resigned to the conversation she would turn it to be completely about the other girl to maybe allow her to feel more comfortable. If she told her to leave, she would simply comply and come back tomorrow. Nothing was really unaccounted for. Now she just had to decide how to introduce herself. As Jill? As Ace? As the Chancellor's sister? No, she would wait for the girl to inquire further to decide which introduction was right. She also didn't press the girl for her own name, but rather decided to let the flow of the conversation decide if that was important.