<div class="floatright">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTAK9_Qlhxy3QOMkqi-NaEYShJQtAm3rs2xZ0MDuHSGMIWNbiLb1A)</div>When Marge turned to her with that expectant, weary facial expression Jordan simply doubled the order, rather than try to put her own spin on it. For the moment she felt it was safer to just go with the flow of the assignment, rather than take too many risks. Marge gave a disinterested nod, ripping the blank ticket out of the book and walking back to put in the window. Ritual, however long rendered pointless, was a large part of Night Vale culture.<br/><br/>Jordan stuck the menu back into the holder, and drank some more coffee, wishing very much that she was a suave, 007 type that could talk through any situation. She was not, but she was an NCVR intern, and it was her duty to get as much information as possible. Suave or no, she knew one thing for sure, pretty much everyone liked to talk about themselves, so she figured that was a good place to start. Taking a deep breath and unconsciously trying to sound like Cecil she addressed the deputy, "So, Jack, what made<em>you</em>decide to join the SSP?"<br/><br/>She wished that writing utensils weren't forbidden, so that she could take notes, but she would just have to do the best she could to remember without them. Jordan could just imagine handing a stack of notes to Cecil, and him mentioning her on the radio... But he wouldn't would he? Not for this assignment. No, that would be too dangerous. He would just say an<em>anonymous source</em>or something of that nature. For her own protection of course, but... She felt her face fall a little at the thought. Still it was for NVCR, and what was her personal recognition compared to that?