A recommendation? That sounded a little bit intense, like to the same level as getting into college or something. The Negaverse was a military, though, with hierarchy and stuff, so it made sense, and a surprising amount of paperwork, all things considered. Maybe people would think she was good enough? She hoped so. She'd try with the Database and any mysteries she could find and that would be a start.

So, she continued to nod and bounce with all her energy while he finished up talking. She tried to think of who she could write up reports on. There were the gross knights, obviously, but she didn't exactly remember their names. Hopefully that wasn't gonna be a problem.

She couldn't stop a light giggle when Ochre stumbled over dismissing her. "It's okay, y'know," she said. "You don't have to apologize for telling me to do stuff. You're allowed to. I've been in sports since I was little. I can handle orders."

She stood up and stretched, bending backwards as close to in half as she could get without touching the ground. The Umber fiasco came back to mind, and as she straightened, she gave Ochre an actual serious look. "But uh, it is nice that you're not being a jerk about stuff." She grinned and brushed her uniform off, then flashed a peace sign.

"See you later, okay?" Hanging around to talk would have been nice, but it was getting a little late and she didn't want to worry her family too much, so with a running start she leaped up onto one of the yellow machines, then to a half-built roof, and then into the streets beyond towards home.



Strickenized
Fin for me!