Outside Tseng's Office, Saturday Midday, Edge (NFB-distance)
Elena wasn't nervous. Seriously.
There were about nine hundred reasons why she should be nervous. For one, she hadn't told Tseng she was coming here. For two, she had this really distressing tendency to turn into a kitten lately, like, twice in the past month, and what if that happened right while she was talking to Tseng? She would never live ( Read more... )
There were about nine hundred reasons why she should be nervous. For one, she hadn't told Tseng she was coming here. For two, she had this really distressing tendency to turn into a kitten lately, like, twice in the past month, and what if that happened right while she was talking to Tseng? She would never live ( Read more... )
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Tseng, who was a quarter of the way though paperwork that had somehow over the past few weeks or so managed to pile up halfway to his knees in a neat semi-circle around his chair, which served as a nice counterbalance to the stack on his desk that he had to reach up to take documents from.
While standing.
When you were down to two Turks and still trying to maintain a functional business, things such as paperwork tended to pile up in the face of an undeniable need to actually be out on the field, getting the rest of the work done.
He glanced up, slightly, at the door. Rude had been sent out last night on assignment. It was earlier than he'd expected to see the man return, but Rude had surprised him in the past. Perhaps his mission had gone more smoothly than expected.
"Enter."
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"The coffee was low, so I poured out the dregs before they could get cold and made a fresh pot. If no one makes more coffee when it's out, then there won't be any coffee when anyone wants it. Are these the piles?"
She clucked her tongue disapprovingly at the stacks of paperwork. "Do you even have a filing system? No matter, I'll start from the ground up. Better to cut the limb off than let it poison the rest of the body. Did you at least separate the typed pages from the scrawls? I will send pages back with notations if I can't read the handwriting. I have better things to do with my time than decipher gibberish that would require a crystal ball."
It was only then that she actually looked at Tseng, and she put her hands on her hips when she did so. "And do not point that gun at me, young man. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to point guns at people? It's rude and I won't stand ( ... )
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She did not know the last time someone had scolded Tseng. The person probably hadn't lived to tell the tale.
"I brought you a present," she said, helpfully, from her post in the doorway.
She had not expected the present to be this amusing.
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He looked at the gun in his hand, furrowing his eyebrows slightly before finally returning it to its holster, just inside his jacket.
"Of... course."
Elena had brought the strange woman here. Presumably to give him a hard time about his coffee-brewing habits.
"I hadn't been expecting company today."
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