[Ishu]

November 24th, Chicago; Base.

"I'll stand." She crossed her arms against her chest and looked at him, glancing over the look of the room. "Give me something to do. I don't like sitting around all day." She was hired, for a reason, after all and she wasn't about to sit on her ass all day while work needed to be done. Surely he had something that was above the capabilities of the others in his group.

November 24th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

Amante was sitting to the side of everyone else though not completely secluding himself. He ate the slop off of his tray and wiped his mouth with a napkin every few bites. Finally, he watched the newcomer come out of her tent and pick up a cup of joe- something he would never get because it smelled almost as bad as he tasted and the guy who made it was actually named Joe.

With most of the food on his tray gone, he swiped up the rest with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth and washed it down with a splash of thick juice. He popped up from his seat, swished the juice around to clean his mouth and wandered closer to her direction and soon greeted her. "Sleep well?"