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Genesis shuffled back discreetly when Doyle returned to the table, alarmed at how quickly his young friend managed to get on Clyde's bad side. It seemed as if clouds of anger was just coming off of the Executive in waves, and she wondered if a fight would break out. She nibbled her cookie eagerly.

Alas, Clyde proved worthy of his rank and offered no show and, as Saya seemed capable of taking care of herself, Genesis felt no need to intervene. She caught the food Doyle threw and popped them in her mouth as the Executive made his way to the exit, nodding her assent when Doyle spoke. The party hadn't lasted as long as she thought it would, but it wasn't really bad news. She and Doyle had somehow managed to dispose of most of the food already, anywho...

Merrick slowly entered the room, his crimson trench coat rustled as he moved and surveyed the occupants. One hand subconsciously moved to the scar on the right side of his face and he growled inwardly. His mind seemed elsewhere as he eyed each person from head to toe, making mental notes about one's choice of clothing, their specific actions, or random tidbits he thought appropriate to remember. He cocked his head to one side and a the faintest of flickers sparked in his eye.
"More than I anticipated," he thought to himself, "Just the perfect place for Him to drag me to. What have you gotten yourself into this time Merrick?"

He ran his hand through his disheveled hair and moved slowly around the room, each step calculated, each glance another mental note taken. He couldn't be too cautious nor careless, always best to know your surroundings. Various chairs were placed randomly around the room, but none seemed all too inviting. He stopped at the table only briefly to glance about. "Interesting choice of beverages, this should be more interesting than I thought." he thought again to himself. He edged himself backwards until he felt the coolness and solidness of the wall and expertly crouched down. His face grew serious and his facial features were obvious stern as his eyes were alert to all the occupants in the room.

"Never let them get the upper hand, and have a plan." Raphael thought to himself. He subconsciously noted the best footpath, and how many steps it would take, to the door in case a retreat was necessary. Without realizing it, he had started to enact the method of grabbing a chip and nibbling on the air as if he were eating it. His eyes were on Fifi as she was eating and the motions were automatic, unintentional, and couldn't be helped.

Doyle nodded at Clyde. "Will do." He said before throwing more pretzels at Gen, "You heard him Genesis. Make sure the stragglers find his office." He certainly wasn't babysitting any new comers or helping them out. No he'd be here putting stuff away after pelting Gen with more food.

He noticed the blonde girl, Fifi, come over to the table to get a chip. He barely noticed the new person walk in, too busy wondering if he should rope her into the clean up process. Something told him yes..... after the floor was covered in pretzels and chips. He walked over to the part of the table that had chips and grabbed some. He ate a couple while staring at Fifi with a frown (aka his usual thinking face).

He then turned and tossed a couple of chips at Gen again. "So I'll put the chairs away in a minute. Think you could show Miss curls where the broom is?" He said to Gen. Yep Fifi was now getting roped into sweeping up the mess he was making.

Genesis nodded as Clyde left, raising a brow at Doyle's antics. The amount of snacks she'd eaten was getting to her, and she didn't feel up to finishing off whatever he threw. Besides, most of them were ending on the floor now, and-- His next pretzel hit her in the eye. It was only through divine intervention that everyone present would later be able to leave the room with their lives intact.

She directed Fifi to the closet and, restraining herself from dumping the trash over Doyle's head, approached the trainee that looked as if he were talking to himself. Huh.

"Are you looking for the Executive?" she asked.

When Genesis didn't get an answer, she simply shrugged and wandered off to help Fifi clean. Her anger had left as quickly as it had come, and now here she was, living the high life of a Grunt and cleaning up the mess her own partner had made. Certainly not what she'd signed up for, but everyone had to start somewhere she supposed.

"So..." she began, before letting the word hang. What else could she say? Hi? Geez.

Fifi had been fairly successful at sweeping the floor. Crumbs had been scooped into several distinct piles, and most of the floor looked pretty clean. Fifi scowled when the chip bowl and pretzel upset her work. Going over she swept the new detritus into a pile, then held out the dustpan, glancing between Doyle and Genesis to see who would help her.

Fifi swept the piles into the dustpan Genesis held for her. It didn't take long to get all the debris up. "Okay, is that it?" Fifi asked as the last bits were deposited in the trash.

"Okay...." Fifi looked around, then decided fleeing sounded like a good idea. She darted out the door and was gone a moment later.