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	[color=9e005d]"I'm a bureaucrat, Ms. Isley. Most of my strength lies in the pen rather than the sword,"[/color] Leandra said, though the statement was only partly true. She was a fighter, but she'd found that her strengths were most powerful when she was underestimated, so she didn't mind understating her role in New Rome. [color=9e005d]"I was calling for a tactical retreat. I was loving Team BureauCat as much as you, but I thought the battle would end with less injuries had we the aid of more warriors, perhaps even a plan. And inventory is the lifeblood of any organized institution. Back at New Rome, keeping a close eye on it was part of my job. I've made an effort to do so here as well. You can never be too careful."[/color] With that, Leandra exhaled a breath from her nose, letting any desire to engage slip away with it. She let her eyes glide back over to Alexandra, giving her a nod.

	[color=9e005d]"Yes, of course. You can always just...come get me,"[/color] Leandra stated, letting out a small sigh at the words. She so dearly longed for the days back home when the scheduled appointments and meetings outweighed the "I'll find you when I need you"s that Camp Half Blood seemed to inspire in its residents, even the new Roman ones. [color=9e005d]"Anywhom, I'm going to fetch myself some breakfast. Would you like me to grab you anything? Or have you already eaten? I know it's a cliche, but breakfast [i]is[/i] the most important meal of the day. Also, erm..."[/color] she reached her finger under the neck of her shirt, poking it through the bloody hole. [color=9e005d]"Is that a no on the top?"[/color]