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Nadja's upstairs office was a polished, private place, in a way a little world unto its own. The high windows, tall bookshelves and upper floors' removed atmosphere were all well and good if you wanted to make a lower-ranked agent feel out of place, but on a busy day like this the elite preferred her small work office in the labs, where she could intimidate people all on her own and keep a finger on the pulse of the department. If you relied on props to be imposing you weren't much good at it in the first place.

Under normal circumstances Nyx's knock would have received a "Yes?" with the unspoken prompt to come in, but normal circumstances assumed callers able to walk. Instead there was an "Ah" and a brief pause before the door swung open to allow the wheelchair passage into the small office, which boasted filing cabinets, a carved wooden bird over the L-shaped desk and a notable lack of Arcanine.

"All right," the elite said once the door was half-shut and she'd seated herself again, legs crossed at the ankles and an elbow resting loosely on the edge of her desk. "What's this about?"

Nadja's office in the labs was considerably smaller than the one upstairs and while not cluttered, had a heavier scattering of pertinent paperwork waiting to be processed. Moloch would have sprawled halfway into the hall and knocked over a stack of folders with the first wave of his tail. As it was, Nyx's wheelchair made things a little cramped, and when it thumped the door shut the little wooden bird went swaying.

The redhead leaned back in her chair as she regarded Nyx with a mildly expectant look. Go on, it said, I'm listening, so don't waste my time. And Nyx didn't.

It was probably a good thing the door was closed.

The elite's mouth thinned at the news. "Really," she replied, the word dropping flatly along with her opinion of Recruitment. "That was a good feeling. How did she express it?"

"Really." Nadja didn't sound incredulous, but the brief arch of her brows suggested such an innocent confession in a place like Team Rocket was about as likely as finding someone over the age of twenty who believed in the tooth fairy. It could happen, but it left you wondering how it happened.

"And did you correct her on this matter?"

Nadja's image of Lennyka was a pair of teal braidtails flopping as their owner ran screaming from their own Charizard, or a small mousy figure in filing scuttling between the stacks. If she was a diabolical mastermind, she was a very good actor.

The elite shifted position, sitting up straighter, expression intent. "Did you get the name of this friend?" Her tone was crisp and businesslike.

Nadja would have looked more surprised had the database not also contained people named Reckless and Fury. "M'm," she acknowledged, and filed the name was filed away behind her sharp gray graze. "Well. I'll see that proper measures are taken. Thank you, Nicole."

She canted her head to the side slightly, studying the antsy agent. That was a lot of fidgeting. "Anything else?"

The fiery-haired elite rested her chin on the back of her hand and watched calmly while Nyx squirmed. It was the guilty shuffle of someone sitting on sensitive information, and in these circumstances there is nothing worse than someone calmly waiting for the inevitable moment you betray yourself.

A slim brow arched when the admission came, and Nadja's tone turned.. cool.

"Did you," she murmured, smiling sanguinely below half-lidded eyes. "And what did you think?"

She waited for the rest of it.

Ah. The elite's eyes narrowed, and the corner of her mouth quirked back.

"Obviously you do." Nadja shot a pointed look at Nyx's nervous, almost frantic grooming, and linked her hands just by the fingertips. "And if they will affect the way you work with me, we should resolve this issue now."