[ Man, he has to take notes. There's too much going on all at the same time to keep it all straight in his head. Mostly, honestly, thanks to all the duplicates. He's got an app for each one of them, assigned them code names, given them cordoned-off areas to work in so they don't cross paths and start getting all fucking confused... arghghughguhg. Whatever. He takes the binoculars and hangs the strap around his neck, pulling the sword strapped across his back forward so it doesn't get caught, and then sets to typing up a new file, flicking his hair out of his face every so often. Then he turns to raise the binoculars and take another look, snorting under his breath. ]

Not even. I'm just standing in until we agree on a re-org plan, which is mostly only held up thanks to the boss having a fuckin' shit fit... dunno how hard it is to sign a fucking paper...

[ ok so maybe muttering that last part. Hey, would you look at that—uniforms. ]

Heh, you'd look cute in those skirts they've got on over there. What kinda army dresses like that? Military school, wouldn't you say? That's a whole boatload of fancy tech for a bunch of stupid kids to keep all to themselves.

[ More notes. He looks up, smirking, but only just. ]

You sure you wanna get involved? Ain't even been cut loose a whole two weeks.