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The world has been busy and as such so has she. In more ways than one. Very much so as the Mossdeep event puts several more papers on her desk now that the league must not only contest with the fact the event happened but what if it happens again. just because they survived it once does not mean they will survive it twice. Hoenn can't catch a break and that makes her role beside a councilman worth putting effort into, if nothing else the benefits of her efficiency can help keep one branch of their people in power running smoothly.

Speaking of, he enters like a battering ram and she's not sure why. She might have written it off as some sort of bureaucratic idiocy if not for the above average agitation. Isra makes a note to most definitely not tell them to fuck off but kindly wait for another day to meet with him. Later. Despite the troubles of their own relationship that is something she can always do later.

"I have tea already made, would you like a cup?" she seems unphased but its not because it doesn't bother her, rather in her experience it helps greatly when only one person is having an outburst, not two. Regardless of why. "You're welcome to keep going while I get it for you." she wouldn't stop his tirade, if it helped it helped and if it didn't it would hopefully give her something she could work with to help fix whatever had him wound up tonight.

She's already getting up from her desk to retrieve it, she needs to refill her own anyway.

FERNANDO SILPH
ty that was great

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"Survival rate: zero"

High pitched and robotic sounding doesn't change the familiarity of those words. It's a term she's heard through out her childhood and for reasons she cannot place it fills her with a sense of dread. She stops dead in her track and listens. He's running against a wall, heaven knows what kind, Something is off about the scene that has been thrust on her and she doesn't know what still.

Isra resumes retrieving the drink, opting to bring him both with an unusual silence. Her heals tapping against the floor in a steady contrast to his furious typing as she returns, stone faced and calm. It's obvious when she sets down the drinks and looks at his face that if he continues this will likely only get worse. He's running too hard to outlast himself.

The woman is shit with software but comprehends a machine put in front of her well enough to make a move she doubts most would have the gall to do to him. She walks around the desk and reaches for the power button to his monitor. The action isn't meant to stop him so much as redirect him. She's putting herself directly in his path to force his attention away from whatever is devouring him.

"Drink" it's a command, because regardless of what he's doing he has to snap out of whatever state he's in first.

FERNANDO SILPH

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He snaps and she glares in return. It's not because she's mad but rather because he needs to get himself under control. whatever it is that's got him wound up can wait until he's not so wound tight. "I didn't stutt-" the computer changes it's answer and she looks at his screen. Something tells her that's a good thing and she's stuck in between letting him keep at it and interfering.

She chooses to move the cup in front of him and states again, just as sternly. "You got a different answer. Now drink." She turns back to him. "Before you get blood on your shirt." She watches his face, his expression. Because if he digs too hard she'll pry him away. Nothing about his fury here is healthy.He's as stubborn as she is but sh'es not afraid to match it if she must.

"Whatever it is can way 2 minutes."

FERNANDO SILPH

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The sigh is deep. She's not sure what he does really counts as listening but she accepts it nonetheless. She leans back against his desk, watching him pace. It's hardly better than what he was doing, only being better for the fact he's not at the computer. For a moment she thinks it cruel not to do more, perhaps because some part of her thinks him as one of her's in an abstract way be that for the better or worse.

She moves to her desk and riffles through her bag for a stray handkerchief kept for just such reasons. She returns to where he's pacing and reaches out to grab his arm and turn him toward her, grip firm and implying there's little intention to let him stop her from reaching up to wipe off his lip and inspect the damage he's done to himself. He's trouble she decides, feeling like it's something she's done before already. And yet here she is.

"What were you doing?" she finally asks, hoping that he's mellowed enough to answer.

FERNANDO SILPH

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Isra knows how she should be responding. She should either be angry with him for barging in like a raging bull and behaving like an angry child or she should be franticly trying to calm him down but she does neither. The woman reaches to grab his chin and narrows her eyes at him ever so slightly, the closest she'll get to scolding him for his behavior but for better or worse she accepts it. A fatal flaw in her world view fueled by the disconnect of her isolated and broken childhood. People are how people are and she accepts it. His anger is not unfounded so she will let it be. For now.

The problem will hang in the air while she looks him over, it is both for his sake and for her's. The severity lets her gauge just how tightly wound around this problem he is and what she's going to have to deal with for the rest of the evening. "Try not to put a hole in your lip first" The statement is firm, she expects it of him at the very least.

"I feel like it would be appropriate to tell you to calm the fuck down and go back to bed but I have a feeling that won't do any good. For all I know you'll just go home and do the same thing and I won't be there to keep you from doing something worse." she gives him a pointed look, she can sense that under other circumstances the comment would have likely been twisted into something about her going home with him and it irks her but she drowns it out. "So if you're not going to calm down and go get some sleep..." she trails off trying to find the right words again. "Tell me how you were doing it, what you did first that got the 0 survival rate and how it differs from the one just now."

She's not sure he'll do it, but she figures talking through it is better than him sitting in his own head until he breaks instead.

FERNANDO SILPH

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Truthfully the woman keeps hold of him for longer than she needs, just because she can really. She needs no other reason and it's fairly evident once he begins explaining. Isra is attentive, putting the pieces into place in her head. What he's doing makes greater sense to her than he probably realizes. Though the idea of doing it via a computer is foreign to her it fits feels like something she has likely done on paper before, or at least something similar. She lets him explain in full regardless, because knowing it from his point of view is the difference between understanding from beginning to end or being the idiot in the room.

It isn't until he pulls away that she comments, hand moving to her own chin in a mimicked gesture to imply thinking something her brain has already turned over. "If the estimated damage potential breaks through wonder guard then that either implies it's not entirely in line with known pokemon attributes due to it's unknown origins or it's strong enough to override the ability all together and leave only a slim chance of survival- one too small to count on because outside factors could easily drop that to zero." Her brows furrow but her eyes stay on him.

"When you ran wonder guard does it run it as strictly against wonder guard?" a necessary clarification due to her lack of understanding about the program he's running.

FERNANDO SILPH

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And there it is, the thing that has been eating him alive since before he even walked into the room. He says it aloud and Isra is surprised by it but only barely, not enough to show. Still unused to the idea that things between the two of them might not be as distant as they seemed they would be, especially now. Isra does not know for sure how to answer because it is not something she can sympathize with. She makes a note to return to it late once she has had time to think about it.

He returns tot he computer and she follows suite, she doesn't prevent him from returning tot he problem, satisfied that he seems mellowed out enough. Rather she makes a clear spot on his desk for her to sit on- as she often does when they talk. "You ask a loaded question." she tries to avoid answering because it is not something she has really addressed with him. Isra does not play by the rules and it is something she prefers to keep to herself.

"Why not use wonder guard as a building block? The base of a series of defenses to create something that may up the outcome?" he may have thought of it already, but if he's set the potential aside she wants to know why.

FERNANDO SILPH