The important things are saved, and Xu sighs, yanking a wad of tissue out of the box of her own, dabbing at the files that didn’t quite avoid the Great Coffee Flood.
“It’s alright,” she says. “We have backup copies of all of these somewhere.”
She might have to send him her dry-cleaning bill, once she glances down at her blouse, now more brown than cream. Wonderful.
“Is there something I can actually help you with, President Loire?”
Thank goodness she keeps a spare uniform in her office closet; she’s going to need it.
❛ help me with — oh, yeah! yeah, definitely, man, i just got carried
away between the excitement and the coffee and the coffee —— ❜
HE’S TRYING TO MAKE LIGHT of the situation, a chuckle
fizzing out at the back of his mouth. it comes to an abrupt end when he
clears his throat, palm worrying at the nape of his neck. he figures she’s
growing tired of the piling absurdity.
❛ see, we’re trying to get the esthar garden approved, right, but we’re hitting
a lot of snags along the way. one of the bigger concerns is the training area.
like, i personally trust it’s safe, but since the lunar cry — you can understand
why even a small concentration of monsters would worry people, yeah? ❜
( he breathes out long and steady through his nose. ) ❛ so, i’m trying to
figure out alternatives. virtual reality seems most promising, but d’you
think that can substitute for actual field experience? ❜