"I never said any of it made sense. I haven't made a career out of studying gang psychology, but my guess about the appearance quirks is that people would recognize them by virtue of standing out so much and therefore fear them. And, I suppose, showing your face projects a certain amount of confidence. It's like daring someone to try and stop you." Isaiah shrugged, and left the conversation at that.

The monster comment received very little reaction from her, which he found the most peculiar and interesting aspect about her to date. What was her reason for such a muted response? Had she encountered one herself? It sounded likely - Destiny City housed the beasts around many a corner, and youma attacks grew frequent. However, her color didn't drain as one would expect when confronted with a traumatic experience. Additionally, she seemed neither here nor there about it; he wondered if that might be a hint toward Negaverse affiliation. Then again, if she was new to the city, she may lack an affiliation altogether.

Or, perhaps, she was new to the city specifically because she was recently awakened. Isaiah couldn't be certain.

Still, skepticism remained a distinct possibility.

"Hmm?" Isaiah snapped back to reality with her elongated diction, and soon caught the thread of conversation. "Oh, I don't think you should worry about coming in tomorrow. Two weeks is really the most frequent you need to get when looking for courier opportunities. Otherwise, I'll call you when I come into something that matches your skillset.

"Have a good day, Olga." Isaiah bid the girl a quick and courteous farewell before he started toward his office. This day will last an eternity, he reminded himself bitterly.


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