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Gretchen hadn't been wrong about the influx in paperwork. She stared at the inboxes that sat on the desks occupying the little office she'd been assigned to, a forlorn expression decorating soft features before she remembered she'd at least have good company for the day.

So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Taking a seat at one of the desks Gretchen pulled the first report off the file and began reading. Head in her hand, elbow on the table, and artificial foot bobbing to the bet of one of Journey's greatest hits as she hummed along.

The humming ceased at the sound of Chel's voice, Gretchen looking up to flash the other girl a bright grin before lips pressed together at the criticism of her music choice. "I only listen to the all time best," she countered smoothly, spreading fingertips across the desk top as she leaned back on her chair. "They're called the classics for a reason, hot stuff."

She did turn though, facing the now Death hunter, elbow on the desk, cheek propped against her knuckles. "So how's it feel bein on the winging team?" She drawled, grinning up at the other girl.

Gretch would take the lack of a counter argument as a win, and there was the brief flicker of smugness in her smile before it faded out into her usual good natured sweetness again.

"S'cause you're a bad a**." Especially now that the bracelet was gone and she had her bow back. Chel had been impressive enough with just the daggers. Or at least Gretchen thought so.

The care free expression slipped away at the mention of the mission, and suddenly the file on the desk was very interesting. For a moment she returned to it, papers rustling in her hands, then she was looking up. "You know, it didn't start out so bad. Wasn't til the end, when the big guys came out to play, that s**t went south."

Gretch's lips tugged to one side as she thought about it. Really, it was a little surprising that someone she didn't even know had paid enough attention to what was going on to know what role she'd played in the whole debacle. "I guess. I mean we did save this girl, so that's somethin'." It hadn't exactly slipped her mind, but it'd been pushed back a bit.

Setting the papers down again, the trainee smoothed them out neatly, squaring their corners along the side of the file. "S'not all bad though, I guess." She was looking at the desk again, but the troubled expression had faded. Now there was a little smile in it's place. "I was pretty freaked out when we got back. Went star gazin' with a friend. Ended up fallen asleep with him on the roof."

Gretchen shot Chel a look across the desk. "If it'd been more then that, I'd tell ya." It hadn't, which was fine. At the time Gretchen had been exhausted and stressed, and getting to fall asleep curled up against someone warm and comforting had done wonders for her nerves. She'd woken up stiff, but considerably less tense.

Which wasn't to say she'd have said no if things had headed in that direction.

She propped her elbow on the desk top again, cheek dropping to her knuckles as she reached for another file and scanned it's contents. "It's gettin' less lonely around here." Her first month had been a quiet, lonesome thing since she just hadn't known anyone yet. The longer she was there, the more connections she seemed to make. It was helping, made her feel less homesick.

The trainee snorted, flashing Chel a grin. "Woulda had to have tried somethin' to strike out." Since she hadn't, she wasn't going to let the lack of action bruise her pride.

"I've never been much of a loner, so comin' here, where I didn't know anyone,," she made a slight face and handed over another file. "Little too quiet for my tastes. Made me home sick. S'not so bad now. I've got you, and I'm meetin' more people all the time."

"Other things on my mind," she admitted, looking amused.

Amusement that grew as Chel joked. "Excuse you? I believe I'm owed some puppy eyes and winky faces for this." Brows arched expectantly. "I've upheld my end the bargain." The hand not currently supporting her cheek gestured lazily at the desk and the files spread out between them.

"You asked me for help. I'd say that means I've got you." The smile she flashed the other Death was down right cheeky.

Chel very nearly received a kick beneath the table from an artificial foot, but was saved by the flirty compliment. "Wait, why am I the one that needs forgiving here? Aren't you the one trying to renege on an offer?" It didn't sound like Gretchen was all that serious though.

And joking ceased as the mission came up once again.

Devika gave a very exasperated sigh in the trainee's mind, and she got the sense of tightening coils. "Uh." A small shake of her head, the fingers beneath her cheek unfolding so she could tuck a bit of hair behind her ear. "Hunters turnin' on each other, zombie hodgepodge nightmare fuel, giant kaiju lookin' thing with the voice of hundreds of screamin' people. I dunno, you pick."