"Good evening Fernando." she states plainly, as she always does on evenings where the world has not completely fallen apart.

The click of her heals carries her towards her desk, the sound of the chair signifies her taking her place in the office in the same manner as always. If there is something she should be concerned about the woman is not. If there is something that should be considered amiss she does not realize it.

"Anything important on my desk tonight?" she asks, more to make idle chitchat than anything else.

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Isra makes a note on one of her pads of sticky notes, she'll give the head ranger a call before the night is over and ensure a meeting is set by the later parts of the morning. The note is attached to her monitor, to ensure she sees it and gets it done before the night is over.

"Everything has been a headache a of late hasn't it?" it's rhetorical, of course. Because they both know the answer is yes.

Isra shuffles through the papers meant for her, deciding how to go about the night's work. "how and why?" this one is not rhetorical and she awaits the answer.

FERNANDO SILPH

"oh." there is a moment of recognition on her face. Her brain connects the dots to things she has seen, the contest that was conducted. Though not nearly as up to date as some she does pay attention to some degree.

Her brows knot together. "I'm going to assume we have no idea why they sought to blow it up? Let alone any of our own?"

She knows the answer, asking is in many ways routine. Clarification, setting things in stone. She doesn't wait for the answer she doesn't really need. "How big of a mess is it this time"

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Isra almost laughs, stifling it into a half snort. Because of course they did. "If they were planning to act on their own they should have at least put some effort into not being so blatantly caught." she states plainly. As if it should be obvious.

Papers move into heir places, keys clack against the otherwise silent evening air. "Who and how much of a problem will it be to deal with?" she continues to inquire, passing through the motions of interrogation. She could read whatever files have been placed on her desk about but it's always much more fun to talk to Fernando about it.

FERNANDO SILPH

"Hmm..." the woman thinks on his response for a moment, not entirely certain she agrees but understanding why he states as such. There are always groups that do not quite believe what they are told, once the seeds exist there is always a chance for them to grow. Recent events have given room for them to be planted.

Regardless, she retorts in kind "I imagine enough of the public will agree with that explanation, so long as those that cry out otherwise aren't too many." or too convincing.

Isra sets the papers down, propping her elbow up on the desk. Her chin finds a home in her palm as she eyes him and the pinch of his brow. "What lead would that be?"

FERNANDO SILPH

"I don't know Fernando, sometimes they have amusing points." not interesting, not convincing, just amusing. Isra finds the ridiculous levels to which people go to explain things they don't know the finer details of to ber very amusing.

It is best of course, not to ask how she finds this information.

She looks at Fernando with a curious tilt in her head. "What is there in terms of a starting point?" certainly there are witness accounts at the very least, but more reliable information isn't always available.

Not that Fernando won't find a way.

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"Ah."

Isra nods.

"So not quite a royal fuck up but pretty close." though only just barely, Slateport at new years probably worse over all, she thinks. If not for that then the term would likely apply this tonight. Almost nothing to go one, what tey do hae unreliable. It's almost laughable.

At least it's not her problem, not really.

She hums her thoughts before she speaks them. "Nothing too out of line." because the sun comes early and stays late in the summer months, she's not yet aware of how Remiel Calcifet plans to take her along for the summer festivities and she hesitates to mention him to Fernando, it's none of his business anyay.

"Why?" she always seems to be asking him that.

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