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Arcadie's day had been somewhat more merciful than Elle's, comprised of basic duties in the clinic such as washing linens and restocking various medical supplies. She didn't exactly return to the room smelling fresh as a spring flower, but she was not in such a rush to remove the outermost layers of her skin that she would overlook the disheveled uniform that didn't quite make its way to the hamper and the toppled papers strewn in its wake.

"Eeeelllle," she called halfheartedly after the other trainee, "you've made a mess!" Not that she expected the woman to return and sort out said mess, so Arcadie tasked herself with the organizing of the sad heap. She tossed the discarded uniform into its proper container and knelt beside the papers to shuffle them into some semblance of order, though the glaring red labels caught her attention. Common courtesy dictated that it was nothing but unethical to go reading another's mail, but an ingrained sense of nosiness concern for her comrades led her to inspect the letter that peeked out from the envelopes torn seal - just a little look out of curiosity for what sort of letters one would receive as a member of Team Rocket...

She hadn't read far before the sound of her name pulled her attention away from the papers and towards the trainee. "You dropped this," she said, autonomously pulling the letter the rest of the way from the envelope to hold it up in indication. She then gestured to the rest of the fallen paper, "Well, all of this, really. I figured I would save you the trouble of picking it up, but I didn't even know we got mail. Though the date on this is awfully old for it being so urgent..." She tilted her head at the letter in her hand curiously.

"Hmmmmm." She listened to her roommate's explanation, noting the hurriedness of her speech and her eagerness to retrieve the letter from Arcadie's hands. There was something to it, that letter. Rather than return the paper to Elle's reaching hand, Arcadie instead fluidly stood and spun on her heel, bringing the envelope and its contents further from the other trainee's reach. She did, however, continue to refrain from outright reading it. "If you'd taken care of it, you would have thrown it out, right?" she said with a glance over her shoulder. "I'm pretty good with things that are urgent, you know. Comes with training for hospital work." An indication, attempting to be more subtle than it actually was, that Arcadie wouldn't return the letter unless she heard more of this matter that apparently wasn't so taken care of after all.

"I could be helpful!" she replied with a smile, hugging the paper to her chest as if it were something precious. "But we wouldn't know that until I know what's up, non? If it's a secret, you don't have to worry. I'm stellar with secrets." She inclined her head to a side, her expression inviting and entreating. "Two heads are better than one, as they say." Incorrigibly nosy girl.

A momentary brightness flashed in Arcadie's smile, like that of a child who had bothered her mother for a cookie so incessantly that she was forced to cede, and a more composed visage settled into her features as eyes turned downwards to the letter in her hands. That expression shifted slightly with concern as comprehension settled in. "Ahh, this is..." That was a scary-looking letter. "Something like college loans?" she said with a laugh - a vague attempt at lightening the mood. "And you say this should have been cleared up already...?" The fact that it wasn't likely meant that there were people looking for her. That didn't really bode well; if they got hold of her, it would jeopardize the team as a whole, wouldn't it...?

"Ooooohh, so what, they just stole the check for themselves or something?" She frowned disapprovingly at the idea. "That's no good. Who is this friend? Not a very good friend. Do you think you could contact them?" It couldn't be but so hard to track them down, right? Especially with the power of Team Rocket behind them - not that Arcadie knew much about the organization's tracking abilities or if those abilities could even be used by some random trainee. Probably not, but it was at least worth looking into for some idea of a direction.

"Hm." Arcadie listened, and when Elle had finished speaking, she looked back to the paper in her hands, her expression largely blank as she read and considered and reread. Eventually her shoulders raised slightly, a vague mixture of indignation and resolution emerging in her features. She crumpled the letter suddenly and turned back to Elle, pointing at her energetically with the hand that held the balled up sheet of paper.

"This is a very scary place!" she declared cheerily. "And there are some very scary people here! Much scarier than a little bit of debt, oui? And the good news is that all this scariness," she gestured broadly to the room, "is on your side."