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The general's office was not one that got very much use. She took a much more hands-on approach to her role in the Negaverse, and that left very little time or demand for paperwork beyond the odd entry into the database. Which was what she was working on now, as Amethyst knocked on her door. Right on time. An important first step in building up a good first impression. Setting her pen down, the woman folded her hands over the paper she'd been writing on, crossed her legs beneath the desk, and smiled. "Come in."

The office itself was very modestly decorated. The desk, a Nuvo style lamp casting a small pool of light on the dark lacquered surface. A small bird that looked like it had been carved from bone. The walls were bare, the only thing breaking them up a tall, thin shelve with a few binders and folders tucked between the shelves.

It was an almost gentle smile, sweet and harmless, and maybe it would have been reassuring if there was any warmth at all to the silver eyes that turned up to him. There was an attention to detail there, scrutinizing the captain from the toes of his boots to the fall of blonde hair that brushed his shoulders. "Thank you for taking time to indulge my request." So formal. As if she wasn't aware that disobedience would have resulted in some form of punishment. More than likely by her own hands. She could have delegated, but she preferred to do things her own way.

Still, punctuality and respect where a nice change from some of the other's she had taken into her charge. Not all,certainly. Some had proven their merit time and time again, but there were some, those that had recently returned to her, that needed special guidance.

"It is my understanding that when not preforming your duties to the Negaverse, you work in a hospital. Is that true?" She already knew the answer, having done her own research on the man, but this, too, was a part of the power play.

Her expression remained unreadably pleasant as he answered her question, to the point where it would be impossible to tell if she was pleased by this information or not. "That is a very specific field." Not unhelpful, but not specifically what she'd been looking for, unless...

"Do you have any experience working in the ER?" Agents were hurt almost on a daily bases. Usually those injuries were minor, things that were easy enough to take care of with simple first aid. Other times they were not so simple. Her own injuries, for example, would have required a trip to the emergency room had her captain not known how to handle the situation on his own. It was luck, or chance, that had kept her from needing a doctor's care, or worst.

The entire affair had been a sobering experience. One that had brought to light a gap in their operations that they would do well to fill. First, finding out how many, if any, of their agents had any medical training. Then she would take her findings and her proposal to Laurelite.

The general nodded, smile steadily growing the longer he talked. That was all wonderful news. "Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that."

Getting to her feet once more, Xenotime walked around the desk so she could face him, leaning back on the polished wood surface. "I'm working on a little project, a clinic for the Negaverse, and once I get my hands on equipment, I'll be needing to find soldiers that can comfortably opperate it. Capable, skilled soldiers with a background in medicine." He could probably see where she was going with this. "That's where you come in."

She considered the offer, the tips of her fingers drumming softly against the edge of her desk, nails clacking rhythmic. "Yes, actually." The smile she wore broadened. "As you're aware, running an ER takes many sets of hands, and not just one. You work in the hospital, you know your colleagues. Who works well under pressure, who doesn't. Who lets guilt eat them alive, who is strong." Her head tilted gently to one side, purple hair falling along her throat. "I want you to help me find suitable candidates for corruption."

As to his second question, the answer was simpler. "It will be tucked away in the basement of the apartment complex I run. It's purpose is to provide a location outside of the rift for immediate medical care. The more resources, the better prepared we are should anything happen here or there." If only she knew.

"Do you have any other questions?"

There was something to be said for someone that willing to offer up a member of their own family to chaos. Not everyone was as loyal as the purple haired general, she knew that all too well. Those that were were worth keeping close, and keeping safe. Amethyst wasn't a fighter, or at lest didn't appear to be(and she was seldom wrong on that account. Occupational habit.), but he had a valuable skill set, and a willingness to serve that Xenotime found appealing.

"I should like to meet this cousin of your's, at your earliest convenience." Her goals were important, and she was eager to get plans underway, but the fighter could also be patient. The captain seemed eager to work with her, she wanted to keep it that way.

"And yes, you're reading my intentions correctly." The more choices their agents had when seeking medical aid, the better.

"Somewhere that can offer a bit of privacy, should we need it, for anything we might want to talk about. The day doesn't matter, nor the time. My schedule is usually more flexible than a normal job might allow." She considered this, wondering if there was something else that needed to be said here, or if they'd covered everything already.

"I accept it might take a little time, though try not to make me wait too long." Xenotime considered maintaining a life outside of the Negavere to be important. Not more important than Metallia or their cause, but important enough to be a priority. She'd give Amethyst time to arrange things before pushing him on it again.

"If you have no further questions then you are free to go." It wouldn't be hard for him to get a hold of her again, when he needed her.