The secretary nodded. "I can't hire you directly, but... third floor, room 319," he directed.<br/><br/>Cedrik thanked him and led the way to the upper floor. As they're making their way down the hallway, there's a sudden bang and flash of light from one of the doors, followed by a cloud of reddish smoke, leaking under the door. Cedrik darts forward to see if he can help - of course, the door is #319.<br/><br/>The door opens, just as they arrive, revealing a somewhat frumpy-looking human woman, goggles on her forehead, most of her face (except her eyes) covered by a layer of red soot, her apron and gloves likewise dusted. "What? What do you want?" she snapped, as the pair arrived. A thin haze of smoke continues to filter out of the room, which looked almost more like a large storage closet, with how much was stuffed into it.<br/><br/>"Umm, we were just coming to see if you needed any help?" Cedrik started. "The receptionist--"<br/><br/>"I'm fine! That was just a slight miscalculation - honestly, do they send people after me every time something reacts? I'm never going to get any work done at this rate!"<br/><br/>"Well, see, we were told you needed an assistant, and--"<br/><br/>"I don't need two of you!" she snapped, glaring at Delphine. "Can't pay for two of you, either!"