"So, seems like you guys are getting more and more regular people."

The worker doesn't turn around. "Yes. More everyday humans."

"Okay…'Cause what would it be anymore, with just villains running the show. Too old timey."

Dangit. She talks when she's jumpy. The worker just nods. That's it, from brown-uniformed him, and from the rest of all them: dry responses, no feelings. She doesn't want to become cardboard if she gets any further in this. But she's got some idea that her tendency to feel won't fade.

"It makes it easier. To slip through. No one would expect me," the curly-haired girl remarks, standing behind the chair with the inquirer, looking up from her short height. The straight-haired—nah—the relatively-flatter-haired girl answers with her eyes. She's still trying to get used to the fact that an eight year old's running the show. Running the recruiting show. Strange traditions and even stranger formalities.

"I guess not," she replies. Is the special thing the two girls share a considerable factor to her recruitment? She doesn't even try to guess. That's her way of working: just shove it all in the back until it's necessary. I mean, that won't help me much right now, I'm in a room with a little girl and a worker for these dudes that have seemed to convince me they need my…talent. Save the stress for when she learns more about this whole Wanter thing.

Right now, she's getting her assignment.

She peers closer at the fuzzy views in squares across this wall, at the buttons on the panel, and which ones he pushes. "What's all this stuff here? I recognize some ship places. That's the track. That's the pool." She'll always know that's the pool.

"I've found several positions that are highly likely to be places of current visit for the Children. We will review them all and send you there. To check. With Sheionne."

"Very well," said accomplice looks up to the inquirer. "We'll look real hard."

"Sure."

"You'd better check with HQ…and the Boss…about how to grab them. I've never seen them. I've heard rumors. Not credible rumors. But rumors. Children're hard to catch and dangerous. But not smart. And reckless."

"Sounds like I belong there," the inquirer scoffs. Then when nobody's laughing, she sees Sheionne's eyes in hers, with all the harmlessness and kindness in the world, saying, Don't joke like that.

Clears her throat. "I mean. Um. Okay. Makes it all the easier for me. And Shei."

"What I'm trying to say it, keep up." They have a funny way of hurting people here. Like how teachers do it. Remarks with smiles or blank faces or not even a breath. Stabs all the worse. But she's got a special place where all the negativity goes, and it just falls out. Completely. So long.

It's nagging her, though…this whole mission seems weird, against these kids. Since when does one group declare war on another group who's just trying to keep it all pure and pretty?

These guys must be realists at their truest. Teagan's not much of a fan of those kinds of people. But she's one of them now…opinions might have to be skewed a bit. "Alright, then. Say the word and I'll flood the inconveniences. This fire, let's raise it."