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Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently. 

"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."

She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.

The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.

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Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.

When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.

Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?" 

Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.