"What about the Sumeragi?" Quinn pondered.

"Like, in general or for the lab rats?" Naomi questioned.

"I've heard of the delegates. But no wthat I think about it, what was your ranking out of everyone?" Quinn added.

"I was ranked forty ninth out of two hundred fifty employees at the time the original S-FIT blew." Naomi explained.

"Was there any job you wanted to do?" Quinn queried.

"I had wanted to be either a climatologist or environmental impact scientist until I spent a day with my dad watching him work. I didn't spend time with him experimenting on anybody though. I helped him with Septimosomes, Glaives, he told me all he knew. I've always loved science fiction. I don't know if it was because of the environment I grew up in or what, but I've loved it. I never wouldn've even dreamt of something so otherworldly as Septimas to be real. It sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie." Naomi elaborated.

"So, Adepts can't get jobs other than working for the Sumeragi?" Quinn questioned.

"You can work for other Adept supporting factions." Naomi informed.

"Aren't you trying to take one down right now? The Eden group in Tashkent?" Quinn asked.

She noticed Naomi trying to retrieve the cookie out of the corner of her left eye. Knowning she'd be too tired later on, Quinn gave in and finally let naomi have the cookie. She decided Naomi was deprived of enough joys in her life and REFUSED to be another despicable being to do such. Quinn was glad Naomi was enjoying herself and relaxing.

"I'm so sorry about dinner; I didn't mean to make you cook." Quinn apologized.

"It's aight, I haven't cooked for myself in ages. Kinda missed the feeling. One of our old head chefs was the cutest and sweetest older lady. Her granddaughter who's older than me got a bunch of new toys one time since she said she was too old for her other ones. I got her old easy bake oven and some mixes for pretzels and cake among other things. The pretzel sticks had nacho cheese dipping sauce and egg wash powder. The cakes were vanilla, strawberry and chocolate and came with matching frostings. Unfortunately, I burnt the vanilla one. So the chef helped me out by using some of the mix to make cinnamon pretzel sticks and used the vanilla icing to dip them in. I'm allowed to use the big oven now at least." Naomi stated.

"She reminds me of the maid that used to help me here. " Quinn reminisced.

"Wow, I didn't even know you had a maid. No wonder the house is so clean. Is she here right now?" Naomi asked.

Quinn was smiling but after she shook her head and looked down, Quinn's smile was replaced by a rather melancholy and bleak expression.

"She-she passed in the line of work." Quinn sighed.

"Ya know, I may not be human. But one things' for sure, I can do emotions like one. 'Cept my Overdrive, that's a whole different beast. But if you feel lonely and, I dunno, wanna have a girl chat or somethin', call me up." Naomi offered.

"Did you ever play pranks on the scientists?" Quinn questioned.

"One time, since you don't need shots to prevent rabies," Naomi saw Quinn shaking her head with her eyes shut and head hanging. "I didn't even say anything yet really and you're already giving me that look!? Ugh, anyways, I was brushing my teeth after waking up and suddenly got the craziest idea. I took th rest of my tiny tube of toothpaste, since I was three or four at the time. I took all the toothpaste, made it foam in my mouth and ran out the room looking like a chipmunk with my cheeks full a toothpaste.

Bonus points if you look like someone woke you up just for fun. The only flaw in my supposedly foolproof plan was that I didn't plan on runnin' inta my dad an his assistant. I looked and they weren't fleeing in the opposite direction. So, I looked up and got a surprised look on my face when I saw who it was since I wasn't that tall at the time.

Dad told me I had ta go fess up ta mom which I didn't wanna do but I had to obey his orders. Mom was laughing so much an so hard I thought she'd pass out. She said it was too funny to punish me for. Dad said I had to at least say I was sorry, which I did.

So, a little piece a advice before ya decide ta pull a prank: make sure the coast is clear first."

"Would you consider yourself mischevious still?" Quinn queried.

"Heck yeah, I put on a pot of coffee ta wake up Copen just 'cause I could." Naomi smirked.

"I didn't even notice it was so late already, we should probably be getting ready for bed. Goodnight Naomi, pleasant dreams." Quinn smiled.

The two went to sleep. The next day, Naomi woke up, ate grits and eggs with butter and salt with some milk to wash it down. She happily went to work.

"Ay man, ya look rather chipper. Night at Quinn's did ya good?" Zeno commented.

"Well, so so. I had fun but Quinn kinda burnt the spaghetti and made garlic bread scented charcoal briquettes. At some cookies, ya know, fun stuff." naomi replied.

"Seems like I missed out on some serious fun." Zeno supposed.

"Eh, I actually made her burn the food since I was telling stories an she got so caught up she completely forgot about about the food." Naomi laughed.

"Did she put salt in the pasta water, make sure it was al dente, did she get the Barilla brand noodles? Wait, was it the spaghetti she burnt?" Zeno interrogated.

"Yes, yes, yes, and for goodness sakes yes!" Naomi fussed.

"It's a federal crime to split the noodles in half, but it's sacrilege to burn the spaghetti." Zeno ranted.

So, Naomi walked off as Zeno began his rant and got a mission file for work.