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Ilmenite was prepared for diplomatic missions: uniformed up, he had a six-pack of beer looped around one finger and a bulk bag of gummy bears hugged against his other side. Certainly that would win the heart of any officer he stumbled across -- if not one, then the other. Now all he needed was an officer to bribe into favor.

He hopped from one rooftop to the next and stumbled just a little as he landed, grumbling at the lingering stiffness of that one leg. It would be months, probably, before that was at a hundred percent. Weeks if he was lucky, if Chaos would heal away the aches and the imperfections faster...

A pause, as he caught a whiff of Chaos on the air, and Ilmenite turned to face it, hugging the gummybears as he did. There. And rather than stumble along again, he teleported across rooftops until he was within sight.

"Enthusiasm. A rarity." Ilmenite grinned at him as he said it, though, hopping one more time to settle next to him -- within arm's reach, the beer hanging loose from one hand and the gummy bears, incongruous with his uniform, slung against one hip. He took a moment to size Natron up, to determine that he was pretty definitely underaged, surprisingly young, and then offered the sweets instead of the alcohol.

"General Ilmenite. Have some gummy bears." The beer'd have to wait.

"Slow night?" There was no way this was professional -- no way this was acceptable -- but while he watched the young captain look over the gummy bears, Ilmenite indulged in a treat of his own. He pried one of the beers off the six pack and cracked it open, shooting a look around them to get his bearings, considering the extreme lack of order signatures. Of course, now that a captain and a general stood so near to each other, it was unlikely they'd be interrupted...

He drank, attention slipping back onto Natron, and wondered absently if there were rules or dangers to drinking and teleporting.

"I don't know about that." It was mumbled around the mouth of his can, peering at Natron over it. Usually, Ilmenite wasn't a huge fan of sweets, opting more for alcohol and cigarettes than food. The way the Captain ate the gummybears, though, made them look tempting. He eyed them. He couldn't help himself. But he didn't ask.

"I'm a General. Our duties become different, as we...graduate, I guess. For example, we check up on our Captains." He grinned, though, all at once. "Or maybe I'm just a bit of a slacker."

"A Captain, but not my Captain." It was dry, amused -- but also fading toward something more thoughtful. In truth, Ilmenite didn't have any Captains. Or Lieutenants. He'd never recruited anyone, nor taken control of anyone, other than the occasional corrupt. His mouth twitched, and he raised his eyebrows at Natron.

"Who is your General? I mean, who recruited you, promoted you, instructed you, all that bureaucracy?"

"...oh, one of Zed's! I guess you could be one of mine, then." It was more smirk than smile, now, Ilmenite finishing off what little rattled in the bottom of his can and then crumpling it in his hand -- but he didn't toss it. Didn't ditch it. He'd robbed stores, sure, but seemed unwilling to litter.

"Well. If I hadn't switched to Infiltration, anyway." Which put a damper on that. He shook his head at Natron, and then finally stepped forward to hold out his hand. "Let me try a couple of those."

Ilmenite popped a gummy bear into his mouth, considering -- and then shrugged, unsure how to answer that. How was Info? How was SpecOps? Did other people actually do things? He hummed.

"I haven't done anything since I've come back. I'm a terrible slacker. Or just bad at directing myself, perhaps." It was amused, though, more than anything else. "I can let you know once things have settled into place again, I guess."

He paused, just a beat, chewing, and then decided he didn't really want any more gummy bears. He frowned at the three in his hand. "You need anything else?"

"Any time. I have bucket loads of gummybears." For the beer, though, Natron might have to wait. Ilmenite saluted with his empty can and disappeared, teleporting back toward home.