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Sylvite's eyes lit up, and her note-scribbling got enthusiastic there for a second. "Oooh, the financial advisor thing sounds cool," she told him. "Like, obviously it's not something I can just set up overnight, but it's a project that me and you can work on together. Plus, I like Captains and Supers to have some project they're working towards anyway. I can keep an eye out for other not-construction stuff in the meantime."

She was pretty sure she could get this guy to like her pretty quick if she could figure out how to get him a job that wasn't construction.

She scooted her chair forwards a few inches, propped her elbows on the desk, and folded her hands in front of her with the pen sticking out from between her fingers.

"As far as other, uh, expectations, I guess, on my end? There's quota, obviously, the regular amount, but you'll turn it into me, now." That was probably pretty obvious but it seemed worth repeating. "Plus, I like to do weekly check-ins like this. So far, Thursday's been check-in night but I can do a different time if that works with your schedule better."

Check ins were the one thing that Sylvite got kinda strict about. Nobody was gonna do this war stuff on their own. Nobody.

...Especially not people with a history of getting themselves into legal trouble. Sylvite already knew she was gonna have to keep an eye on that.

"Does all that make sense?"

Oh yeah. Work. Work ruined everything. Work was the reason why Sylvite didn't have wide open slots of time when people could just drop by.

Good thing she was a college student and stayed up half the night most days, anyway.

"Eleven's fine," she said. "Six is less fine, I will not be awake, but, like, you can reschedule if you're working nights, or text me your availability or something."

Instead of scribbling notes about him, she started writing something up for him. She put her name, address, and phone number on a sticky note that was shaped like a panda and she flicked that over towards him.

"I get off work at nine at the latest and I usually do nega stuff for like an hour or two after that, but, like, I'm flexible." Despite what she was saying, she probably would set an alarm for weirdly early if that was what it took to make sure that this dude she'd been assigned was doing okay. "Plus, if we're getting you a better job, we shouldn't have to worry about it for too long."

That would be one little incentive to get him to work on his project, yeah?

Later, Adonis would find out that she was big on texting. He'd see that she was just as into emojis as it looked, so, very. Almost every day, he'd get messages full of hearts and sparkles and heart sparkles. Oh, and sometimes animal faces. She also liked the animal faces. He'd see that she thought memes were okay but that she thought big equipment backed into ditches were hilarious.

For now, though, Sylvite just nodded, giving one last smile to her new subordinate.

He was interesting. All the other people who'd ended up under her had been recruited into the Negaverse under weird circumstances, or they'd been trapped right afterwards, or traumatized, or just, like, generally had a bad time, and it showed.

It was kinda a breath of fresh air to be able to work with someone confident, someone who had goals, even if he also had a questionable card habit.

"Yeah, we're good," she said. "Anything else, we can go over as it comes up."

She sat there for a good three seconds, blinking and trying to remember what to say to close things off, before she got it and added, "Um, dismissed!"