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There was a tour scheduled for that day. A girl from the first round of Order Boot Camp, although she hadn't signed up for the second. Kaatje didn't know if she ought to try to bring her back with promises of laser tag and less violence-oriented talks, or if she should just… not lie to her. Either way, she wasn't going to turn another senshi away. Such would be kind of awful. So, she waited at the little desk that would eventually house a doorman, and worked on her French on her phone while she was at it. On the lobby TV, Captain America: The First Avenger played, part of an amp-up weekend for some kind of new reveal. Kaatje just tried not to listen, because so much of it was incorrect! So wrong! Where was the Army Air Corps?

It made her so mad.

The door opened and there was a girl with white hair in the doorjamb. "You Failyn," Kaatje asked, and she shut off Duolingo with the shutters-closed sound of her phone's iOS. "Hi. I'm Kaatje. I'm the landlord; I think I've seen you at the boot camps I run? Anyway, how're you?"

"I understand," she said. She had chosen to prioritize safety and the war over her own education, which was probably a privilege of some kind due to her family's money and her own secured job--she would be with the Air Force for at least another two years, and enjoy the benefits of such for the rest of her life. But that didn't mean she expected everyone to hit that level of devotion, to drop school and the rest of their lives for something like this. That was, in fact, why she'd wanted to get involved with Finn's harebrained plot to give the purified somewhere safe to stay.

One thing set off alarm bells about Failyn: The white court sounded a little too specific. Keren had mentioned that Sailor Mintaka was very… well… deluded. Kaatje took a deep breath and tried to remember to not bring it up. "I'm very involved with Order, knights and senshi both," she said. "I look out for my wingmen. If that means buying an apartment building to house allies who need it, then that is what it means."

Failyn's attention was drifting, Kaatje noticed, and she followed her gaze to the television. "Really," she groaned. "Yeah, he's nice looking, but the whole movie's so ******** wrong."

Kaatje shrugged. "It is what it is," she said. "You have your priorities. As long as you don't shove them onto other people, no one should really mess with you for them." Kaatje had min-maxed in awful hypocrisy, but that was alright. No one particularly cared. She personally thought, well, why bother henshining up at all if you weren't going to fight, but like, everyone was weird. And different. And to be honest, a little stupid.

"D'you really think the major conflict of the second world war was to stop a secret Nazi science division," she said derisively. "And if America had some sort of super soldier formula, they wouldn't have put its sole result into combat as befits his actual rank of Captain rather than handing him his own group of commandos? It's inaccurate. And dumb." She huffed, and ran a hand over her hair and said, "So, uh. Want to see the building?"