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Ah, of course, the type of answer she expected. Perhaps in the past Isra would have challenged such a notion but with each passing day she finds herself growing tired of these lifeless walls she is cooped up in every night. If it were not such a perfect perch within the league she may have long since vacated the desk that is almost like a second (and unwanted) home.

She makes her way to it regardless, sitting in the same smooth and graceful fashion she always does.

"I get the idea but feel free to brief me on it nonetheless." it would be best he did anyway, in case she's missing any pieces of the puzzle that she had not seen from her unknown vantage point. Though this event carries more weight than the last she takes great care in ensuring it does not show. Experience is a valuable thing but none here need to know how far such a commodity reaches for her. No, everything in her mannerisms, her demeanor, how she nonchalantly arranges herself in her seat for the night ahead says exactly what Fernando is likely expecting of her.

More paperwork, more things to do, at least she should not grow bored tonight.

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"Cacnea." frankly, by now, she doesn't need to say the whole phrase for him to understand what she means. It's been almost like a running joke (even if only on her part) for far too long. He should expect no less making a remark like that, in part because coming from him Isra can't tell if it's a good or a bad thing. She errs on the side of pessimism and decides he was being an ass.

Isra pauses, eyes moving to the papers on her desk. She flits through them for a moment, assuming that they will likely contain the information to fill in the gaps.

"So it was an utter disaster then?" she can only assume that is why he wants her believing the reports only. She's not stupid enough to actually do so. She doesn't trust the paperwork to not spin a tale of its own anyway. Isn't that how such things always worked? Even if it contained certain truths to a degree nothing of the sort what ever really trustworthy.

The world was built on lies.

She raises a brow at his request, not the first odd one and doubtfully the last but it catches her attention more than the over night raid on one of their cities nonetheless. "Water samples?" of all things, it seems to out of place and she can't help but prod him about it. "Why water samples from that long ago?"

Isra turns away from her papers for the moment, eyes on him with furrowed brows. The likelihood of getting an actual answer is dependent on the reasoning and how up for talking about something other than the league's utter failure the man is. She asks anyway, because frankly it's far more intriguing right now.

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"And that would be?" she leads him into saying it out loud. She already knows what happened of course but that's besides the point. By now Fernando knows to expect the question, things left half said always annoy her and she pries and prods until he completes the thought. It's just about as fast ans trying to infer it from the papers in front of her too.

Just like how he doesn't really answer her questions about the water samples and it leaves her in a state of mild annoyance. Rushing against the clock is not something she believes in, makes it too easy and likely to leave holes but she's also rarely if ever found herself worried about the matters of time. It means little to someone who does as they please.

"So no time to brief me but time to spare asking about water quality in sootopolis?" she'll do it of course, but she won't leave it alone. Not until she has an explanation for what seems like an otherwise senseless inquiry when they supposedly have something much more pressing at hand.

Which the league does,but it always has something doesn't it?

FERNANDO SILPH

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"It's more fun if you talk about it let's be honest Fernando, you probably need to do something other than whatever you were doing when I got in here for 2 minutes." he's not going to listen of course, but they are both unnecessarily stubborn about things. Isra will insist and he will retort with what he expects of her until one of them relents in the most vague and indirect sort of ways possible. Sometimes she wonders why she bothers talking to him rather than just doing her work and being done with the day. Then again the couple of times she's tried that were probably so unbearably dull that following the same tit for tat as always with him was far more appealing.

To a degree she does, skimming over the reports in her hands in a well practiced quiet. It does not, however, take her long to realize that this is far more of a disaster than she had initially realized.

Inwardly she grins, outwardly she raises her brows in mock surprise and just how things had gone down by the end of it.

"I have to finish reading these don't I?" the tone of her voice makes it obvious she suspects they only get worse the more she'll go through and there's a part of her dreading the dull drowning of paper work that is bound to go with it.

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"I'm not confused Fernando." she comments idly, scanning the pages as they talk, skimming for the keywords that matter so she gets the general idea before delving deeper. Taking the time to read things in full where she feels the need to. There's was in deed a lot going on. Well beyond the ultra beasts, the damage to the night market, the entire event had been a mess. "This all just seems very.... messy."

Isra pauses over the report detailing a part of the incident that occurred after the the beast had been fought, taking the time to read it in full. She pulls a sticky note pad out from the top drawer of the desk, leaving herself a small scrawled note with a pent hat she quickly folds and tucks into her bag. Not terribly unusual, she often leaves notes to get the days newspaper and compare what the two differing accounts of an incident say. More for awareness than anything else.

The taps against the desk, a familiar rhythm. "Do we have an update on the condition of the commissioner?" she asks, flipping backwards through the papers to another one, rereading a paragraph as if something catches her eye the second time around.

FERNANDO SILPH

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Isra mulls over the situation, tumbling the information around in her head. He worries little about the figure head at the top but Isra sees the importance of her position regardless of the scandal swirling around her. Each playing piece has it's own perks and draw back and having them all perfectly placed in her head gives her a better frame of reference.

"To find our now missing elite 4 member before the region falls apart?" it won't really. They all know they'll just appoint another in his place before long and move on. That's how these things work. She's not worried about the position nearly as much as the other elements in play. Then again, there's a few too many that have managed to go astray over night, isn't there?

Isra looks over at him for a moment, head tilting to the side in curiosity. "That sounds like too much of a suicide mission for your tastes." especially after this last disaster, who knows how many more f them might be on the other side of a worm whole or two.

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