[They'd been so close to organizing the office. It's the smallest of things to be upset about; Riftwatch had lose people in the field, and could have easily lost even more had they not disabled two of the three explosives. Still. Among the higher costs, it's irritating to have to sift through everything again.
When he arrives for their standing meeting, it's clear she's lost track of the time from the way she looks up.]
Oh -- shit, sorry. Take a seat, I just thought it was, uh. Still morning.
[She should have stopped for lunch at some point, but so it goes. She reaches for some notes she made earlier, shuffling the piles of paper on her desk.]
I'd offer you some tea, but I'm pretty sure that pot is cold by now.
[OOC: If you prefer prose, switch and I'll follow. I'm easy either way.]
[ The look on her face when he walked in told him all he needed to know about her tracking of time for today, anyway. ]
I didn't bring tea but I did bring some things. Namely... [ And with this he procures a lump wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, which he sets on the table before revealing the cheese and dried fruit wrapped inside. ] Eating on the run, and all.
[The food gets a sheepish but grateful smile, and she reaches out to take a piece of dried apricot. She's more perched on the chair than sitting on it, one knee bent up so she can rest her foot on the seat, the other foot tucked behind one of the legs.]
Literally so much pressing, but not a lot new today. Anything you've got for me, before we jump in? I know I've been tied up with getting Rowntree up to speed and helping supervise the rebuild, you might have a better ear to the ground.
[ Her sheepish smile is matched with one of his own, before he scans the clipboard in his hands with a brief shake of his head. ]
Nothing new or pressing that we can directly tackle; people are not burning the candle at both ends as often but it's still happening. Grief versus the work of throwing oneself fully into a project.
[ Neither of them would know anything about that, right? ]
[Definitely not, judging by the flicker of a rueful smile.]
It's not as if we're ever short of things for people to do. But at least we're getting back to a functional base of operations. That might click some people down a gear.
Speaking of, how've you been holding up, with candles and both-end-burning?
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action; long enough after the attack that they can use the Research office again
When he arrives for their standing meeting, it's clear she's lost track of the time from the way she looks up.]
Oh -- shit, sorry. Take a seat, I just thought it was, uh. Still morning.
[She should have stopped for lunch at some point, but so it goes. She reaches for some notes she made earlier, shuffling the piles of paper on her desk.]
I'd offer you some tea, but I'm pretty sure that pot is cold by now.
[OOC: If you prefer prose, switch and I'll follow. I'm easy either way.]
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[ The look on her face when he walked in told him all he needed to know about her tracking of time for today, anyway. ]
I didn't bring tea but I did bring some things. Namely... [ And with this he procures a lump wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, which he sets on the table before revealing the cheese and dried fruit wrapped inside. ] Eating on the run, and all.
How goes it, today? Anything pressing?
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Literally so much pressing, but not a lot new today. Anything you've got for me, before we jump in? I know I've been tied up with getting Rowntree up to speed and helping supervise the rebuild, you might have a better ear to the ground.
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[ Her sheepish smile is matched with one of his own, before he scans the clipboard in his hands with a brief shake of his head. ]
Nothing new or pressing that we can directly tackle; people are not burning the candle at both ends as often but it's still happening. Grief versus the work of throwing oneself fully into a project.
[ Neither of them would know anything about that, right? ]
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It's not as if we're ever short of things for people to do. But at least we're getting back to a functional base of operations. That might click some people down a gear.
Speaking of, how've you been holding up, with candles and both-end-burning?