Fatui foot soldiers scatter like motes of dust before the Doctor, and just as insignificant. Even those who do not work under him know to stay well out of his way when he is like this, agitated and excitable, striding out of his lab with a single-minded determination, always towards the same destination. His time was precious, after all, and any fool who dared waste even a second of it would be dealt with. The soldiers sitting in Pantalone's office when the door bangs wide open turn scathing, scandalized glares on him, before their ire freezes into uncertainty, melts into fear. "Out," he barks at them, and they only hesitate for a moment. The moment he starts towards Pantalone's desk, they scatter- spies maybe, giving a report, or asking for funding on behalf of another Harbinger. They could return later. He slaps his diagrams down on the desk and slides them over to Pantalone. "I've found a new Ruin Guard. Fifty million Mora. Disassembly, recreation. I've found promising links between them and the Abyss."
when the ninth heard the rapid footsteps going past his office door and down the corridor away, he knew it only meant one thing, a certain harbinger had business and he will not stop until it is handled. as such, when his office door was opened and he witnessed the second kick every officer out, he chuckles a little as they evacuate the office and leave the pair alone. opening his eyes, pantalone looks up at dottore slamming the diagrams down and he tilts his head, studying the face of the doctor to see if he can gleam anything before he looks down at the diagrams.
"hm. and what do i get from this transaction exactly? i have little care for the abyss, these ruin guards are so dull when the markets are full of their parts being sold as trinkets of war. you do have to sell me this pitch, dottore."
