[With solitude suddenly in short supply, it had taken Rinzler longer than he'd wanted to come by. Too long not to be aware of the risk (what if she'd called?)... but much too brief an interval to come up with a good explanation. Not that he should be. Communication was bad enough at all, but this sort of stop felt cripplingly disloyal.
Still, Yori had answered the door with a smile, and only a little surprise at the red-orange light of his regained circuits. (Surprise, or disappointment? The enforcer couldn't tell. Couldn't process clearly enough, but something hurt in her expression, and he didn't want to know.) He'd been invited in, door closed behind (a relief) (a trap) (not supposed to be here).
When he'd retrieved the notebook and pencil from his backpack-storage, the glint in Yori's eyes had definitely flagged warning. He'd wanted to retreat, and the stall that followed wasn't much better. He'd managed to output a few basic questions first: was she safe? Any incidents? But those ran out far too quickly, and with the silence drawing out, Rinzler can see the questions turning in her expression. He has to say it first, or he'll never manage.]
Previous offer (returns, patrol): invalid at this time.
[He doesn't know when he'll be back. He can't protect her. He'd said he would, but he'd forgotten (overreached), and retracting the error hurts. Rinzler fixes his stare on the paper as he continues, quiet whir as unsteady as his breathing.]
Administrator imported to system. New assignments elsewhere.
Action; just past midnight on 10/14
Still, Yori had answered the door with a smile, and only a little surprise at the red-orange light of his regained circuits. (Surprise, or disappointment? The enforcer couldn't tell. Couldn't process clearly enough, but something hurt in her expression, and he didn't want to know.) He'd been invited in, door closed behind (a relief) (a trap) (not supposed to be here).
When he'd retrieved the notebook and pencil from his backpack-storage, the glint in Yori's eyes had definitely flagged warning. He'd wanted to retreat, and the stall that followed wasn't much better. He'd managed to output a few basic questions first: was she safe? Any incidents? But those ran out far too quickly, and with the silence drawing out, Rinzler can see the questions turning in her expression. He has to say it first, or he'll never manage.]
Previous offer (returns, patrol): invalid at this time.
[He doesn't know when he'll be back. He can't protect her. He'd said he would, but he'd forgotten (overreached), and retracting the error hurts. Rinzler fixes his stare on the paper as he continues, quiet whir as unsteady as his breathing.]
Administrator imported to system.
New assignments elsewhere.