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Seth raised a brow once more as she received a call on her pokedex, and from the sounds of it... it was from the Boss himself. His pace followed hers, but it seemed that now was the time to part ways.

"We can discuss this over coffee." Seth would tell her once she was off the "phone". She had more important things to attend to.

"Yes, sir." That ended Nadja's conversation with her superior, just as her efficient pace brought her to the elevators. She slipped the Blue Orb back in her waist pouch, clipped her Pokedex on her belt, pushed the call button and faced Seth while the numbers above the elevators counted down. "I look forward to it."

The doors opened, there was a fleeting smile, and she was gone.

As the car climbed toward the top floor, Nadja set about straightening her appearance. Her suit was a lost cause, she could see to her hair as much as gloved fingers would allow. The change wasn't noticeable as she knocked on the door to Lucere's office, but sometimes you did such things for the effect they had on your mind.

The elite slid into the plush chair with a quietly murmured "Thank you," sounding downright demure. Her scuffed and torn suit laid in stark contrast against the rich upholstery, a blue almost as deep as the orb she'd been sent to retrieve, woven with a subtle pattern. The elite arranged herself, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands in her lap.

Nadja was not a small woman; in heels, she nearly matched this man's height. But once seated, she found herself having to look ever so slightly up to meet his gaze, and this was probably an intentional effect of the chair's design. She waited for him to speak, expression attentively impassive.

"An outside party alerted the guards," Nadja explained frankly, conscious of the penetrating gaze on assessing her as she reached for her waist pouch, "eliminating the element of stealth. But yes, I believe I do."

The orb jostled against her lockpicks and then it was out, casting soft cobalt on her fingertips. In the gentler illumination of the office its color was richer, at its heart the deepest benthic blue.

Nadja wore the faintest of smiles.

The redhead could say a lot with a gesture. She did so now through a graceful inclination of her head and an averted gaze - thank you, you flatter me - and leaned forward to tip the orb into Lucere's palm.

After a moment's pause for him to appreciate the weight and peaceful cool of it against his skin, Nadja spoke. "The person was an amateur thief intending to sell the orb on the black market," she explained in her smooth murmur, "who created a distraction to draw the guards. She seems to have some skill in burglary, as we found her preparing to take the orb, and previous encounters with Team Rocket. I can order an investigation into her circumstances."

Nadja watched Lucere, grey eyes intent on the way he handled the sphere. There, just before he put it back down - did he hesitate for a fraction of a second?

She didn't have time to dwell on it. "I'll attach the findings to my formal report, sir," she assured him. They had her full name, and likely her true one from the way she'd declared it so proudly, which would make the investigation that much easier.

That seemed to be everything. The redhead waited for dismissal.

"Then by your leave, sir," Nadja excused herself and rose from her chair, leaving tiny grains of glass behind. As she strode for the door, the redhead mused, I hope he doesn't use it as a paperweight.

Not until they had used it for summoning, anyway.

The redhead inspected a cut on her arm as the elevator hummed downward, but it wasn't until she'd stepped off at the fourth floor that she shook her hair out with a little sigh and headed for her quarters. No training for Keres and Talos today, but she wouldn't deny Ophion or herself the pool. Pass the investigation off to.. Hayes, most likely, and draft the report while everything was fresh in her mind, catch up on last night's sleep, let Moloch and Zvey out for a run, possibly compare notes with Kunai..

Good thing it was her day off.

But first a shower - no, a bath, and a drink. Possibly both at once.

It was early afternoon by the time Nadja entered the little cafe on the third floor - clean, rested, and wearing a fresh uniform. A long scratch on her shoulder attested to the raid, but she was otherwise polished, bandages hidden under clothing.

No coffee today. The elite ordered an iced chai, gaze straying to the windows by the tables while she waited.

Nadja smirked at the reflection in the glass. "I didn't hear any complaints earlier." She looked over her shoulder, pearl drops swaying, then adjusted herself in her chair to face him. "Hello yourself." The redhead lifted her glass and sipped, studying Seth over the rim with half-lidded eyes.