[h2]Kubo Emi[/h2]

	Emi stretched as she took a walk around the building, arms raised to the ceiling, letting out a soft sigh. She'd been sitting at her PC for a few hours, passing the time with riveting report write-ups, double-checking the branch's budget and expenditures, ensuring that the new hire's orientation was properly scheduled... it wasn't overly difficult for Emi, even if she felt her computer literacy couldn't compare to the general populace. Still, there were plenty of days where it was all she could really do - which was a [i]good[/i] thing in the context of her job, but she'd have to pay more attention to her health at this rate. It'd really suck to be called out to the field and her back was to ostiff for her to move or something.

	When the young woman was returning to her station, she spied Akira by the couches, and was immediately struck by conflicted emotions. As hard as it was to believe, Akira was both older than her, and her senior. The cute lady compelled Emi to want to strike a conversation with Akira, or at least pat the summoner's head... but Emi also desperately wanted to scold her for lazing around so sloppily! Feet up on the couch, who does that in a work environment!? It's like she's completely forgotten they're supposed to be ready at a moment's-

	In a rare instance of discretion, Emi instead turned, and continued her walk around the building for now. Honestly, if it isn't Akira, it's Kaeru making her feel weird about ensuring everyone was ready and alert. Simply [i]talking[/i] to her colleagues was still difficult, after all this time. She always had a gripe about their conduct to point out, but that's hardly her fault, right? Everyone here needs to be perfect, or it's the civilians that pay the price.

	The alarm disturbed her pondering, making Emi jump. For all her talk of immediate action once those sirens wail, it still took her a moment to compose herself, before heading to the meeting room. The irony was not lost on her there. Well, she could always scold her reflection in the mirror later, for now, she marched to where she should be. It was fortunate her wandering had led her so close to the atrium, allowing Emi to arrive in mere seconds, with her colleagues arriving soon after.

	"Fujikawa-san," Emi acknowledged the redhead's arrival stiffly, noting Akira's presence with a similarly-stiff "Honda-san". She pointedly ignored the demon accompanying her, merely counting away the seconds it would take for the rest of their small division to arrive. She opened her mouth to greet the next arrival, pausing when she realised she didn't know this girl's name. Or face. Emi tilted her head, wondering who she was supoosed to be, someone visiting from another branch, maybe?