#ask cont

“How many directors is it now?”

The general can’t help but laugh - his phone in his hand as he eyes the messages once more.

“Tell me - have you wooed Palmer yet?”

“Regardless of the fact that it would only take a mere stick of butter....NO!”

“Just forget it, okay? Whatever you need snuck in or out of the Science Department I’ll do it.” She folds her arms across her chest.  “Besides, I’ve not done anything to you up until this point so there’s really no need to hold things against me. Or are you just jealous that you didn’t make the cut?” She lifts a brow. 

For a moment Isrieal gazes at him with a hint of concern. “You don’t seem to be well...can you get up?” She inquires and slides her arms behind his back in attempt to help him stand. Initial observation didn’t show any physical trauma or injury. There was nothing she needed to immediately attend to. “Let’s get you some water. Perhaps something to eat?” She wonders. “My home isn’t far from here if you think you can make it.”

Instead of continuing to text she straight up calls Greg, waiting for him to answer. “I’m in the executive file room. I didn’t know they had inside locks on this thing and I’d rather not be dramatic and break the whole door down. I wouldn’t hear the end of it, I’m sure. Or it’d be coming out of my check.” The good news was she wasn’t in the labs.

She had gotten too curious about her own file that Rufus kept on her and was in the process of simply trying to obtain it. “If you don’t tell I’ll make it up to you. Somehow. We can talk when you let me out.”

“Encouraging you to chase after ‘Sephiroth’.” She paces his perimeter, keeping a fair distance. “You have no idea what you are messing with.” She pauses and studies him curiously with those sharp blue eyes. “Tell me...do you truly believe that to be Sephiroth?” She asks with a raise of her brow.