❝Hoo, boy... Now this is quite the scene.❞

❝Consider yourself lucky; better me than the Chancellor, wouldn't you say?❞

❝What are you boys arguing over now...❞

❝... Riiiiiiight.❞

❝That kind of problem is above my pay - grade. Good luck to you, kid.❞

❝Real smooth.❞

❝Cold out there today. Stay warm, yeah?❞

❝Hey there, handsome.❞

❝You don't think? Must be that hot-head keeping you warm.❞

He doesn't say a word, and still, the dragoon smiles in satisfaction at his answer. ❝Your silence betrays you, Commander. —— - Don't worry. I won't tell.❞

She chuckles. ❝What can I say, you're not a bad view to start the day with.❞

❝Huh. Couldn't tell.❞

—— - You holding up okay over there, blondie?

Uh - huh. You don't expect me to believe that, do you?

He ever considered mercenary work? —— - If he's looking for a way to kill time.

I know that you'll keep sayin' it's fine until it breaks you. Look, I know you can handle yourself, but you can talk about these things, y'know? Lighten the load on your shoulders.

Depends on the job. Probably wouldn't look good for a Glaive to be under Imperial command, but there's plenty of people out there needing some work to be done and are looking to pay for it — - be that taking down a couple daemons, or even the odd job securing provisions.

❝Cute puppy you got there, Commander. Purebred Imperial, right?❞ Yes. She is talking about Loqi.

❝Oh yeah? What I'm hearin' is you wanted me to show up.❞

❝Mm, nothing — - I just know how much you love our little conversations.❞ The Commodore smiles, and shoots a playful wink in the (unfortunate) High Commander's direction.