Freyr looked at Vreta and smiled without showing any teeth. “Oh, hi. Thanks, I’m hanging in there. I’ll probably have to offer my resignation tonight. Clearly my judgement is compromised.” 595 chuckled into a cough from the chair beside her. “You can’t resign; we need you.” The Agent mumbled. Freyr’s eyebrows bounced and she looked down at the lounging individual. “Lucky me.”

She looked back at Vreta and crossed her arms. “You’ve seen almost everything i’ve seen recently. How do you think this will go? Are you worried?”