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There was never a time that Camille was more happy that she lived with a grumpy man who was the king of pouts and glares than she was right now. Unfortunately (or not) for Taym she was a bit low on the enthusiasm these days, having been shoved back and forth on mission after mission so that they were starting to blur. Looking down at the daggers she let out a long sigh. Of relief? Of indescribable resignation? Because she was holding her breath and needed go on breathing?

Still she was able to muster up a smile for Taym because if there was one thing that she was good for, it was smiling at people who didn't much like to smile back. Sometimes they did. Every single time a victory like that happened it boosted her mood so high that it was almost impossible to drag her down. Maybe Taym would smile?

"Good to see you too, Taym. Am I going to be your muscle?"

It wasn't a smile but it was good enough for the effervescent redhead (who wasn't sorry it was the wrong red at all) to run with it, another far more exaggerated sigh slipping past. "I would have kissed you but you looked so grouchy I thought you'd bite. And I don't know how they do it where you come from, sweetheart, but nice girls don't let their men bite them until after they're married." Which was so blatantly untrue she had to laugh; girls always seemed to be letting boys bite them sooner rather than later.

Nonetheless she now leaned up to kiss him very lightly on the cheek. It was hardly a brush, mostly because Cami had not yet learned Taym's rules for or against touching, and was thus trying to offend as little as possible. "It's lovely. Really. I know you tried your hardest and we'll just do a little bit of prep work to make sure that it's at its best." Once with Jasper, once with Otto, now Taym. If this wasn't the safest ******** place in the whole of the desert she'd be...no. No she really wouldn't be shocked.

Unloading some of the load from Taym the Sun trainee strode confidently out into the desert. "It's a gorgeous day too." If you had a core temperature of about fifty degrees.

Immediately she knew the problem and sprang back to a safe distance (for him) of three feet. Nodding with true remorse in her face she held up both hands. "I apologize for invading your space. Won't happen again without request and permission." Though Camille herself was a naturally touchy, affectionate person, she knew not everyone was. Her mother, surprisingly, was a woman that one did not touch unless she touched you first. Of course this was not a rule that anyone had ever learned until they broke it which Cami had much in her youth.

To complete the roller coaster of her mood it plummeted because she'd done something that was on the top of her do-nots list. Flipping the dagger in the air idly because there was not a whole lot else to do, she strode past the ones that were already set up. "What have they had you up to today?" Safe topic, right? It was nicer than 'Did you get run through the goo gauntlet yet?' and even more pathetic apologies.

Flipping the dagger once more she tossed it down into the ground much like she had while out with Otto. She was starting to get pretty good with them and had, momentarily, the traitorous thought that perhaps she'd be a better dagger fighter than archer. Of course Kidana picked up on that thought, because Kidana was jealous and a little possessive of all of her hunters, letting out a sound so piercing it made her ears ring a bit.

Ring enough that she looked distracted for a minute before realizing Taym, while still obviously irritated, was talking to her. "Horsemen? No, haven't been lucky enough to see anything bigger than a cockroach the size of a car and a manticore that thought my hair was so pretty it wanted to keep it." Remembering that Maebe had been talking about going into Death, she was intrigued. "Is that mostly what you guys do? Background work?" Diplomatic. It was much better than 'riffling copses' and 'other random bullshit'.

She was trying to save her marriage.

Nominally. That sounded more than a little loaded and she was pretty sure that he hadn't thrown the first dagger that hard. It made her want to probe in her usual fashion but remembering the bubble that she'd mentally erected she couldn't just charge in. She had to be patient. Thinking of him a bit like Mimsy helped, though she was still a bit more relaxed around the Death hunter than she would have been around her semi-sister.

The irony of that was not lost on her.

"Soooo, you guys have the information that we don't get when we show up out of the pods? Because damn, lemme tell you, I was hoping for some kind of instructional manual. Instead I got...Twitter." Where Taym and Cami had had a very positive interaction that she'd ruined. Damn it. "Do you know what went on here?" Information was good. Information was important but when Taym said information did he mean that he knew things or that the division knew things?

This was not sitting well with Camille. Frowning off into the distance she saw that one of the daggers that she'd placed earlier had already failed. A note was made to be turned in later. She'd make Taym do it.

For a quick moment Cami had worried that all of Taym's sudden vehemence was directed towards her asking the question before she realized, no. It was the actual question and, yeah, it was exactly what she'd basically assumed it was like. Caelius had not obviously made a favorable impression upon the Sun trainee and while she knew he didn't give a damn about that, Camille cared very highly about her own opinion. Who didn't? It had been patently clear that information was not something that anyone needed to do their job here even if walking about this damned place brought up more and more questions.

Seeing the look she folded her arms and puffed out a bit of a breath. "Is there any rule that you can't, like, get your own info put out there? I get that it's not just some random oversight that nobody tells us newbies anything. Weeding out the weak, the dumb, the foolish. But it's wrong." Clearly this was yet another area in which they could both agree and it was not going to be just Taym going on a rant. Cami was too tired to stop herself from running on at the mouth and popping the personal touching barrier. One had to go.

Kidana was patently explaining that it was part of the spirit of the weapon's job to educate their hunter but Cami knew also that not all relationships were kind. Not all were patient and competent like her own revenant. "I mean I guess handing out pamphlets like some kinda convert is a bit lame. I dunno." Again the wind fell out of her sails. "I just hate the thought that some poor shy kid who isn't good at making friends is gonna end up dead because nobody realized they needed help."

Camille, a crafty young woman in the sense that she knew how to bead and weave with string, was thinking about this very seriously. Plucking the phone out of her pocket where it had had almost zero use since she'd arrived in this God-forsaken place she smiled a bit at the link. Booklets. Wasn't America the basement president? Maybe she'd be willing to deliver a few around. Or maybe they could keep them quietly stocked in the pod room where people could hand them out if they wanted. Cami was more than happy to pick up the banner, almost any damn banner really, but this one was pretty legitimate.

Without thinking she chucked another dagger into the ground, almost absently, not giving a s**t if it was in the right place or not. It seemed a bit crazy to Cami that nobody gave a s**t about new kids but then she remembered the descriptor: shy. Shy was something she had never been. Would never be. Peyton had been adopted by Cami almost before Peyton herself had agreed to it. Otto hadn't stood much of a chance. Hanna had reached out and that was how all this had gotten started.

Would she be dead without them? She wondered. Was rather certain that the answer to that question was an unequivocal yes and wanted to hug someone. So she simply wrapped arms around herself to squeeze for a second before releasing to go back to churning the idea through her head.

"Caelius is the too...er, guy from this morning, that one I got. Who is Edith?" Diplomacy.