Oh yeah, this was a [i]terrible[/i] idea.

She's off the commissioner the second he seems under control and it's still far too late for her liking. The pleasantries are exchanged and she can at least fake a bit of politeness for the witnesses, so she gives him a stunted nod on the introductions, but she's dwelling on those eyes. This is going to make her life hell.

"Push enough unmarked buttons to find things out, eventually one vents the atmo." Not a parable or saying, she'd had to clean up the gore from Robot John's fuckup in the generating incident for his nickname. They're currently walking with purpose away from the red carpet, looking to get several kinds of distance from what just happened. It's important enough to get this right to use actual grammar. "That being said... I think it was a bad toss of the dice and not a judgement fault. You took a risk. It paid off but put you in deeper than you'd expected. We have enough for initial coverage and a strong direction to dig. Next time you want to bait angry, vindictive bullies with power, it'd be better for you to bring me in the loop. So I don't go charging off into a nest of pondan without knowing."

She sighs and looks out over the crowd they're currently skirting. Serious talk over, grammar rules need not apply anymore. "Cuz right now, you're not in trouble with them. I am. And honestly? Not sure how the hell'm gonna deal." She pauses a minute, the chuckles mirthlessly. "[i]Damn.[/i] Should of told him 'good talk'. Would have been a fantastic one liner." She smiles without humor, and then sighs, rubbing her eyes. "So. What's the plan, bossman? My evening and my peace of mind are ruined, gotta have something to show here."