Despite her relatively young age when compared to others in the business world back on Remnant, Weiss was certainly not an idiot. She had spent countless hours, when she wasn't training or studying, attending board meetings with Father, and Atlas high society was as cutthroat as the bandit tribes that made the wilderness of the Four Kingdoms their home. So no, Weiss wasn't an idiot who was going to sign the first piece of paper that was placed in front of her without properly examining every loophole and subtext. Every sheet of paper, every paragraph, every sentence, every word was going to be examined.

Even if Director Piggot's silver-like eyes made her extremely uncomfortable, like an older, meaner version of Ruby's.

"What about unlocking aura?" Director Piggot said, her facial expression guarded, doing her best to keep her face neutral. She was failing of course, but it wasn't her fault Weiss could see straight through her.

Father had been an adamant supporter of the military, so Weiss knew their type. General Ironwood was a good man, but he wasn't the only officer that had the support of the Schnee family.

"Unlocking the aura of another person is extremely personal and draining." Weiss said simply, she nodded towards the folder. "Wanting me to unlock the auras of people I don't even know is extremely offensive, and since I'm from a different dimension, I'm not even sure if you all are even capable of having it unlocked."

Director Piggot scoffed, but nodded her head slightly. "We'll save the unlocking aura conversation for another day, once you're adjusted."

Now, Weiss did not expect that. Technically the PRT and Protectorate held all of the cards, and could easily attempt to force her into a binding contract. Were they trying to do a soft sell? Or did someone above Director Piggot order her to get on Weiss' good side? Life wasn't always white and black, everything was shades of grey, so it may have been a mixture of multiple reasons.

"I also want complete control of my image. No offense, but I don't trust your PR people." A Schnee was always a Schnee, and Weiss did not want to be forced to dress up like an idiot. "And no masks."

"You do realize that would mean you're never going to have a moment of rest, everyone and everything that you care about will be threatened by the gangs." This time Armsmaster spoke up. Weiss turned to the armored hero.

"Everyone and everything I love isn't here. I have no attachments to this world, no friends and no family." Weiss narrowed her eyes. "No masks."

She was used to having a target painted on her back anyways.

Her answer seemed to have shut up Armsmaster, who remained silent.

"Anything else?" Director Piggot clenched her fist. Weiss smirked as the cracks in the Director's facade started to show. Clearly, she wasn't expecting her to be competent.

"I want my belongings returned to me, including Myrtenaster, my scroll and Dust." Myrtenaster was an extension of herself, and without her beloved sword, Weiss felt rather naked. Her scroll was also one of the last remnants from her world, containing photos and videos that were now priceless. The Dust could always be grown with help from her aura and semblance, but she needed them in her possession for that to happen.

"Done and done." Director Piggot said after a moment of silence.

Armsmaster spoke up again. "But the Dust-"

"Can only be operated by a person with aura. To you, it will be nothing more than a pretty rock to stare at." Weiss interrupted crossing her arms. "And even if it didn't, I spent my whole life around Dust, I know everything there is to know about it." Dust was her life, as much as weapons were Ruby's. Armsmaster frowned, but nodded curtly.

"Done, as long as you share more information regarding them." Director Piggot said instantly.

"Deal." Weiss motioned her head towards the folder. No Schnee would ever take a deal that wasn't at least fifty-fifty, unless it would benefit them in the future. Everything that happened today would set a precedent.

"Now let's get your lawyers in here and fix that."

Colin decided that he respected Miss Schnee. Despite being stranded in another world, she managed to keep a level head, one that was desperately needed out in the field. Hopefully she was as skilled as she claimed to be.

The tinkertech she called a scroll could easily change the world by itself, being just as advanced as some of his own machines, and it was apparently able to be replicated. He just needed to get Weiss' permission to take it apart and study its mechanisms.

"Members of the Wards graduate into the Protectorate once they turn eighteen, however, we shall temporarily place you with the Wards until you have adjusted to living here." Director Piggot placed a new folder in front of Schnee. "To compensate, your pay shall already start at a Protectorate level salary."

Miss Schnee opened the folder, flipping through various pages as her eyes scanned each word. Eventually, she placed the folder back onto the Director's table and grabbed the pen that was also placed in front of her.

"It looks like we have a deal, Director Piggot, Armsmaster." Miss Schnee said as she signed her name at the bottom of the page with little pageantry.

"Welcome to the Wards." Armsmaster said. She looked much better now that she wasn't on life support. "You'll be a part of the Protectorate in no time."

Weiss gave him a sad smile. "Thank you."

"Armsmaster and I shall finish up here while Miss Militia gives you a tour of Headquarters." Director Piggot took the folder. "We want to make your stay here as comfortable as possible." Schnee nodded in response.

Hopefully whatever the Director needed done could be resolved quickly.

Colin still had a lot of questions to ask.

A/N

Another short one sadly, still it was a fun one to write. I'm proud that I'm able to keep up with my schedule so far.

Oh and on the topics of omakes, I enjoy reading them. Those I deem non-canon shall be placed in Apocrypha, and sidestory for those who are at least semi-canon.

Thanks for reading!