Welcome to Gaia! ::

Though Izaya wasn't aware of it, it was morning, erring towards afternoon. Aila had spent her last few days' worth of free time observing basic training sessions and the duties with which they were associated, questioning trainees on their feelings regarding the program, and reflecting on her own experiences and values. She spared an hour or two before sleeping to compile her daily findings and organize into what she believed would be a suitable training regimen. She had the thought that she was perhaps going a bit too far if she was sacrificing her limited sleeping hours over the matter, but she had respect to earn, expectations to meet, and a point to prove.

The silence of the detention facilities would be punctuated by the quiet approach of footsteps, muted instinctively by years of practice in stealth. The small agent to whom those footsteps belonged stopped in front of a familiar cell, swiping an access card through the door's lock and pushing the barrier open.

"This belongs to you, correct?" She tossed forward the jacket she had retrieved from the guard, the hood sadly disconnected from the body of it. Aila stepped back from the door, adjusting a bag that rested at her shoulder and gesturing that the trainee exit. "We have things to discuss. Have you eaten yet?"

She didn't respond to his jest; it seemed morbid to do so when he was on such thin ice. At his next question, however, she shook her head briefly, "Not off the hook, and not pardoned. The brig simply isn't equipped with the proper facilities for your reevaluation." She started forward, intending the cafeteria as her destination. "This isn't the proper place to talk about these things, though. Lunch is correct; we can continue this discussion in the cafeteria." Brunch was more accurate, really, and while the breakfast crowd had likely cleared out, it would be a while longer until the lunch crowd moved in. Ideally, this would reduce the amount of gossip that followed the man who had been demoted and tossed into the brig while allowing him to eat something that wasn't a questionable color with a scent like detergent. It was no small wonder that more of the brig detainees didn't simply refuse to eat the foul stuff...

Unpleasant a thought as it was, it was a necessary difficulty, and she was sure he understood that. If her research had as much value as she hoped, though, the training would at least be less tedium than the average trainee program.

She glanced to the bag as he mentioned it, passing through the door with a soft thanks before responding, "Reading materials I'd like you to look over. "I'll explain in detail shortly." She stopped in front of the elevator, pressing the button to summon it. It arrived in short order, and she entered through the sliding doors, waiting for Izaya to follow before pressing the button for the proper floor.

"Some of it's more interesting than others, but hopefully it'll offer some useful information," she said, her tone the auditory equivalent to shrugging. The reading was supplementary, intended to introduce and elaborate on concepts that weren't best instilled through lectures. She gave a nod at his assumption, "That's correct. It's been determined that the standard training regimen was ineffective, so a unique program has been put together." It was a bit excessive, now that she thought about it. Basic training was meant as a means of weeding out incompetent recruits so they could be disposed of, not so they could have special programs built for the purpose of correcting any inefficiencies they displayed.

Her professional poker face waned slightly at the question. She had expected and anticipated that Seth would be angry with her, but she was still a touch upset that she had failed his expectations. "I apologized to him, and his disagreed with his evaluation of your usefulness." The elevator sounded their arrival at the requested floor, and Aila exited, sparing a glanced behind her, "I told him you were skilled, and I told him I felt you had all potential to make a difference here." So don't prove me wrong.

"Most of the agents I've met are reasonable," she said. "Even Seth, contrary to popular belief. He's not the most patient, but he's far from unreasonable." Though she knew many who would argue that. The fact that he had responded favorably to her request, however, proved Aila's point well enough for her. She dipped her head in affirmation at the curiosity, "I compiled it over the past few days, since I last spoke with you. It's more involved than the standard program and will likely prove more difficult, but no requirement is without purpose." The result of her research. She had never done anything like it, though, and could only hope it was at all effective.

"He should see soon enough," she said, referring to the fact that the executive had asked for reports on the trainee's progress. That would be explained later, though, along with other conditions. An eyebrow raised at the initial request, furrowing at the question that was posed. "Of course not," she replied, an honest confusion in her expression. "I owe Seth a great deal, and I respect him even more." Never mind that he was her superior and that it was a popular rumor that he was in a relationship, and never mind that Aila was only vaguely aware of what a crush was supposed to entail anyway.

She followed patiently through the cafeteria as he selected his fare, answering his suggestion with a skeptical expression, "No, I'm afraid not. Honestly, though, I don't think you want to skip on this training. You were recommended to the infiltration and surveillance department for your skills in gathering information, yes?" She inclined her head slightly to a side. "I'm an agent in that department, so I took that into account when designing the program. You'll be much better prepared to enter the department if you complete the training properly." A part of her wished that she had had a similar opportunity, but it was inconvenient to specifically train recruits on a case-by-case basis.

"Mm." She felt no need to repeat herself on the matter. "No, I'm fine. And any table will do." Locating and seating herself at the nearest arrangement of chairs, Aila gestured for Izaya to take a seat as well. "As you've probably guessed," she began, "I will be your immediate supervisor during your trainee period. To ensure the program is successful, I will continue to survey your activity through your time as a grunt as well, which works just as well if you intend to continue in infiltration and surveillance, since I'm a senior officer in the department." She awaited any questions or comments thus far before continuing the explanation.

"Don't relax too much just because we know one another," she warned. "I'm more than willing to share what I know, but I have no plans to make this easy. I want to see the agents in my department succeed, I won't spare any pains to accomplish this." Now more than ever, now that she had something to prove - as well as something on the line.

Aila had grown strangely accustomed to hearing unknown words slipped into her conversation, and so she paid little mind to the foreign phrase. Instead, she offered a response to the question, "The training itself and the duties that accompany it are meant for a trainee. As a grunt you will have control over the methods of training you pursue, as you'll be expected to be familiar with what best suits you at that point. At this point I will not observe your training directly. Instead I will have my Mismagius observe you at random, primarily in an invisible form, in order to ensure you're keeping up with your training and following proper conduct outside of my company." She took a moment to take the bag from her side and set it in the chair beside her, continuing to explain as she did so, "It should be noted that Seth has asked for regular progress reports and reserves the right to reevaluate you himself before approving your graduation from trainee status."