Alteea sounded like someone had finally pried her fingers off six different alarms and handed her tea.
"Division Three, Four?" she said over open channel, level enough to use as a table. "No spikes. No hums. No tantrums. You are officially cleared for boredom. Please deploy yourselves for… not dying. Consider yourselves temporary free."
Kori cut in afterward like a second stamp on a permit. "Do not interpret that as permission to be creative."
Obi stuck his head out of his tent, hair committing three misdemeanors and a felony. "Define boredom."
"Anything that doesn't produce a report with the word incident in the title" Alteea replied. "Go breathe. Before I remember more work. Now I have some files to sort... And some deaths to document..."
