[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e005d]Leandra Lovelace[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o7aTpFglw46r5BfHi/giphy.gif[/img][hr]
[color=9e005d][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Senate House
[color=9e005d][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Bureaucracy[/center][hr][hr]
Leandra raised her eyebrows when Leda openly insulted her, though peculiarly enough, the senator didn't seem displeased. In fact, there was a smile on her lips. She looked oddly...impressed. [color=9e005d]"A truth-telling tongue can be a very powerful thing in New Rome. I'm all too interested to see what else yours is capable of,"[/color] she said, a coy smirk propping itself up on her lips. She gave a satisfied nod as the Greeks faded from view, before her attention was quickly snagged by Madalyne. The amused look fell from her face, taken over by a small, tight-lipped frown. Her eyes scanned the room in search for someone to defend her, but she found no one. The people who wanted to appeared to be too afraid to do so, and others appeared to be nodding along eagerly, ready to obey their mistresses. [i]What a bunch of kiss asses.[/i] She didn't let it annoy her too deeply. It wasn't their opinions she valued. Without another word spoken, she stood from her seat, giving a bow that was far too deep and dramatic to be in any way genuine, before taking a seat, and opening her book back up as Nancy began to speak.

Leandra Lovelace was a woman of the people. Or, at least, she always tried to be. Her job had her working among them, taking requests, getting signatures, keeping up with everything going on with everyone. There were few names in New Rome she didn't know. They were her people. She kept her ear to the ground, listened to what they had to say, and brought it up with her to the senate house. To silence her was to silence them. That's what infuriated her the most. She was their voice in the Senate, and she'd been silenced for defending herself. She'd been telling the truth when she'd said that she had been planning on bringing up finances only after the meeting had been discussed. Even so, their dismissing of the importance of penny-pinching didn't sit well with her, but she wasn't surprised. It wasn't them who'd have to pay when funds started running out. It was the people on the ground. The already uncelebrated legionnaires who'd have to work twice as hard on half the food, the probatios who'd have to clean the latrines without proper health safety equipment, the children who'd have to shiver away the winter nights because their blankets were thin and insufficient. They would be the ones to suffer.

Even Madalyne's decree that her cohort would be the only ones setting up the landing pad seemed like an unjustified and tyrannical attack on her. Dumping the entire endeavor on her cohort would surely put them behind as far as battle preparations, and if something massive truly was coming, that wasn't something they could afford. Miss Crane was setting them up to be [i]canon fodder[/i]. She wasn't sure if it was because of the praetors' personal dislike for her, or if it was done out of a lack of respect for the lower cohorts, but both were plenty plausible. She couldn't let that happen. So as Nancy spoke, Leandra wrote in her book, setting up shifts at which a certain number of people would be setting up the landing pad, and the rest would be training, ensuring maximum efficiency on both ends. Of course she listened to Parker's description of the vision too. She'd have to be a fool not to, and she was no fool. On the page opposite to her planning of the landing pad shifts, she'd scribble down bullet points, listing any important tidbits Nancy would drop. Had she been able to ask questions, she'd have asked if Nancy had been chained up with the other demigods as well, or if she was free. But she wasn't so she simply kept her eyes on her pages and wrote.