"I’m not sure if the VR engineers have a simulation of that just yet, but I can be assured that they’ll be on it with as much damage that he did," she frowned. The paperwork involved with the incident alone had practically made her weep at her desk when they finally gave her permission to return to the upper floors.
"I’ll get you that blend, sir. I know you like it and I always keep it stocked for you. I’ll bring it down for you, alright?"
"Huh, then I assume they will be needing what memories of the battle I posses to do so. Perhaps they only require the correct motivation to get it done swiftly.” He hinted, inside he was dying to practice the battle again. He needed to learn how to gain and keep the upper hand during a fight with him, unless he desired to be cut to pieces once more.
"Thank you, I will be waiting for it.” He responded quickly, his mind going over what he could recall of the battle, hoping to notice a means of defeating the Ripper.
"Perhaps sir, but if you go about that route try not to scare them too badly. The Senator used to do plenty in that department." At least new management wouldn’t be around to scare them quite as bad. She was a task master at making sure all departments stayed functioning well but she was also fair too. Repairs were still ongoing to the building and although they were fully-staffed, with thanks to pre-emptive evacuation protocols, there was still a fair amount of damage to be fixed.
"I’ll be right down, sir!"
Parting ways with him at the lounge on the floor, she teetered into the kitchen—he in the direction of the elevator. Upon getting to the cabinet she opened it and peered up.
"Sirrrr!" she called, voice rolling, as stared up. Even at her five-ten stature she couldn’t reach that particular box of tea. He’d gone and moved it again since the last time she’d made him some apparently, "you put the tea up too high again…!" Her voice was half-heartedly grumpy as she tried to move onto her toes to grab the thing to no avail.
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