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Unsurprisingly (unless they'd peeked in at the the other divisions) the interview for Life's Secretarial Assistant took place in H's office. As the first applicant stepped in, he leaned back and gave them a pleasant smile, before taking their application sheet and giving it a look. Reading it right in front of them.

"And to you, Miss Alder. Now go away, unless you're here for the interview, in which case sit down and act like you belong here for god's sake." The doctor smiled more widely, shuffling through the papers until he got her application.

Placing her application down he looked her over and began, "Now, why do you wish to be my Secretarial Assistant?"

The doctor picked up his pen and began making notes on her application, "I see. That will be all for today, Rin. Please send the next person in."

The next person did not walk in, but wheeled in, and may initially have been mistaken for Lance by the sound of his wheelchair. But it was just Lucky, who had been rather unlucky in his injuries from Caelius's impromptu 'mission'. He'd been reassured the poison's effects would wear off in a week, but it had only been a few days so far. The intermediate trainee tried to be as careful as possible in maneuvering his seat into the office, right beside the chair he should be in.

"Ah, hello, sir..."

Lucky didn't look too frightened yet, maybe because his ability to properly fear things had been thrown completely out of alignment by the still-vivid memory of centipedes crawling out of his mouth. Then again, Dr. H had yet to actually say anything to him. There was still time.

H was one of exactly two people on the island who were capable of pronouncing his name, and even now he seemed faintly surprised to hear it. He nodded during the paper-rifling pause, dredging up the echoes of interview-speak he'd memorized only a few years ago. "Is good opportunity."

Uh-oh.

"Yes..." he began, tentatively. No point in denying it. But even Lucky could sense the disapproving tone in H's voice at the casual observation. His mind raced, looking for an alternative to simply painting a target on himself. After all... it wasn't like he was the only one spending quality time with every division's apparently least favorite assistant... "Mark and Dvight spend most of the time talking to each other, though. To be honest, I am probably vhat you call the 'third vheel'."

This elicited a genuine shake of the head and a very surprised look. This was news to him. He'd never assumed - well, he'd never thought about it in the first place. But suddenly a few things made a lot more sense. Still, it raised a question, probably the exact one H wanted it to. "Vhy... did he leave?"

"I can - I can see this." Mark did have a somewhat single-minded focus on trying to get laid, which was apparent in the name and/or function of just about everything Lucky saw him working on. Lucky had mostly found it pitiable, bordering on endearing, in the bachelor solidarity sort of way. But this sounded a little more... dangerous? It just highlighted how there was a lot he didn't know about people, even the ones who seemed fine. Everyone had a dark secret to hide here. No normal, well-adjusted person would throw their life away for this.

But the implications went deeper still. His paranoia flared. Had Mark just been using him? It had all been rather convenient... Lucky twisted his fingers around each other in his lap. He looked like he was thinking, though the bigger picture hadn't quite come together yet. He glanced up again. "I vill be more careful."