Professional Courtesy [Ehefra, Helle]

Tired is an apt description for her current mood. Today has been a day. One thing led into another which led into another which led into another. Helle is happy to have a moment to herself, even if short. She loves her job, but it is mercilessly demanding sometimes. Her eyes closed, she lied back in her seat, resting. Hopefully, she can sneak in a few minutes before she's needed again.

Though, she should know by now that people are cruel and unusual. As soon as she felt herself slipping, she heard a rather strong knock at her door, upsetting her mending mind. Her emerald eyes would open slowly, her lips distorting downward as her frustration made her hateful. However, she did not sit in her own piss for long and sat up before pressing a button to broadcast her voice to the hallway.

"Come in," She muttered, hoping whoever had disturbed her had done so for a good reason.

She sighed as she learned who is interrupting her moment of peace. Color her surprised though. Ehefra, of all people, making an appearance before her was not on her weekly bingo sheet, but if she wished, Helle would not make a scene of it. After their last talk, she had expected any further interaction to be curt and distant.

"Thank you, Ehefra," Helle would respond. "I will make time for it at a later date."

Letting her green eyes slowly drift to the woman sitting on her desk, specifically the fact that the woman is sitting on her desk. There is a simple lack of respect being given, but Helle is too tired to correct it. She assumes this is just a consequence of their estranged relationship, but that does leave a question at the tip of her tongue. Why?

"If that is all, you may be on your way... Unless something else has you bothered, Administrator."

Of course, anyone in Helle's position would wonder why someone who supposedly disliked them would go through the effort of checking up on them. Ehefra's reasoning has a few holes in it too. Sending someone with the data, or simply having it mailed, would have proven just as successful. If Helle being busy was an issue, then stopping by her office, disturbing the few moments of respite she has, doesn't help.

Green eyes roamed back up, stopping on that daring smirk. Hands coming together, Helle leaned forward in her seat, elbows resting on her desk. Finding it a bit comical that they are here, right now, like this, she let a small smile tug her lips upwards. Incredulous.

Her brow ticked.

That is a lot of words being thrown her direction, and half of them went through one ear and out the other. Her ability to listen and comprehend plummets when exhaustion starts settling in, so Ehefra would probably find her eyes vacant despite the attention she falsely fostered. She did catch key words like Africa and hole. Then, the few bits about refugees were easy enough to absorb. Now, regurgitating anything worth calling a reply is the hard part.

"Such operations are best left after a formal meeting. Africa is still dangerous despite our monumental victory. Access to the hole would require... a lot."

That's one way to put it, but organizing a party of apt individuals to traverse a hostile environment would need more than just herself to sign off on it. They would need researchers, medics, scouts, and the sorts to ensure a properly thorough investigation. Something like that would require the other Directors to sign off on it.

"And we are doing the best we can with refugees. Man power is spread thin. Thank you for your concerns though."

Ehefra may be right that unsavory individuals could slip through the cracks, but after all their losses and need to patrol different areas of Earth, some things must suffer.

Now, with that much out of the way, Helle let loose a decisive sigh, showing that she is in fact glad that Ehefra can acknowledge her tiredness. However, with that comes the realization that the woman still asked her questions and posited their uneasy interactions. At that, Helle's eyes closed as she went quiet and sat back in her seat.

"Anything else?"

"The present dictates that I rest," She said, her voice feigning a hint of sternness as her eyes opened. "Do not take my fatigue as a sign to start picking apart my stance on things, Director, but you have an eye for the obvious I must praise."

Though, despite the particularly crossed statement, Helle did not seem overtly annoyed yet. It is simply her way to approach remarks with the same energy they are given. She has never been one for backing down or humbling herself.

"There is always work to do. Tire yourself one day to relax another. My position calls for a constant awareness of everything around me. What I put off today, I will have to handle the next, and that's work stacked onto my work for that day. If you are asking to hang out, allow me to find an appropriate day..."

Her eyes narrowed, the corner of her lip twitching.

"Unless you wish to assist me with my work."

"My division is well, thank you very much," She sighed with obvious exasperation. "What I decide to make my responsibility does not speak of what my men are capable of."

An insult: that's the only way to comprehend Ehefra's obvious goading. The very implication that Helle's men have left all this work for her to handle on her own is nothing less than debauchery. Helle works hard because she wants to, nothing less and nothing more. As Director, it is her obligation to always be insightful of every document her men come in contact with, even if she gives it but a glance. Must she be that particular? No. But she basks in the very fact she contributes to the lives of those around her as she can.

"Now, if you really wish to help," She grumbled, pushing her chair back before bending down and grunting before lifting a stack of papers onto her desk. "You can help sort these. I create three piles: one for overseas operations, one for local disturbances, and one of training reports."

She was going to leave this for later after she had an adequate break, but with Ehefra offering her assistance, getting through this now is an option.