"What? Oh, that's right--" And he laughed then, though it was hard to tell if it was more mocking or pitying. "-- Oh, I'm so sorry, it must have slipped my mind. It's been so busy today, as I'm sure you know. I'm afraid I didn't have time to check if they were going to be closing early today.

But, Miss Vermillion, isn't that something you should have done before you'd gone out? I mean, how long does it take to make a phone call? You know, you really don't have anyone to be mad at but yourself for neglecting such a simple task." A quick glance out the window told him that the last recruit had left the building for the night, and the only ones about now were himself, the lieutenant before him, and a handful of other individuals that weren't of any importance.

"Whelp." He uncrossed his legs and pushed himself off the desk. The pile of papers on it appeared to not have moved since she'd left. "I don't know about you, but I'm bushed. Time for Hazama to hit the hay."