At the news, Midori let out a whiny, "Earrrrth?" and would have gone on, but then she remembered that she should probably be out of the station when the news about the warehouse came in. Like it was<strong>her</strong>fault that Natsuko was smuggling the jewels inside fireworks for Alethian Independence Day that could be so easily set off by a simple firefight with heavy weaponry, set fire to the warehouse, and destroy a city block or two. It was soooo unfair. She slipped over to requisitions and cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"No Midori."<br/><br/>"I haven't even asked yet, Iri-chan."<br/><br/>"The answer is no."<br/><br/>"Whyyyyyy..."<br/><br/>"This month to date, you have requisitioned 38 guns, 515 pounds of ammunition, seven replacement vehicles, thirty-seven replacement uniforms..."<br/><br/>Suddenly from the other side of the room, Kowalski whooped with joy.<strong>"Wednesday, Morning, Stripes! I win the office pool! Pay up suckers!"</strong><br/><br/>With a glance over to Kowalski and then towards the cottony blue stripes peeking out from the wreckage of Midori's hemline, Iriko continued, "Make that<em>thirty-eight</em>replacement uniforms, and let's not forget that we owe 1.6 million credits in reimbursements for damaged property."<br/><br/>Midori's cheeks reddened and puffed out in frustration.<br/><br/>"But... I'm going to Earth."<br/><br/>Suddenly Iriko's tone changed. Her blue eyes suddenly registered compassion. "You poor poor thing. Earth. At least it will get you away from that pirate. You really obsess about her you know."<br/><br/>"Actually, I'm going there to keep an eye on her." A small, dark little smile crept onto Midori's lips and that strange glint entered her eyes.<br/><br/>The requisition officer threw up her hands in surrender. "Fine. Here. Fill out these forms. Just... please don't blow up the planet. OK? Earth might be livable someday if you don't ruin it Mi-chan..."