The transition between divisions was going surprisingly smoothly. Exiled from the life labs, Lucky had found a nice, quiet, relatively deserted corner in the library and had set up a temporary office of sorts there. His method, if you could call it that, appeared to be to sprawl himself across half the table. Somehow, he was managing to constantly alternate between clicking away on his laptop, texting on his phone, and flipping through a new book for something he could never find. He'd traded runic diagrams for maps, and was methodically crossing out quadrant locations in red pen one at a time.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Lucky mumbled without looking up from his laptop, holding the red pen between his teeth. It took about half a minute before he grabbed his headphones and pulled them off, leaving the tinny sound of electronic music hanging between them. The pen clattered to the table shortly after. "So what did -
Jack?"
"I - I mean - not that that has to be your name... here..." Lucky quickly pulled himself back into his chair like a spring snapping back into place.
Don't make this weird, he mentally repeated the mantra to himself while staring at Jack like he had grown a second head. "Just a l-lucky guess -
ugh -"
< Try breathing, > Song suggested unhelpfully.