I'd Like To File An Official Complaint - Saisei/ Ninsianna

Heels clicking across the tile floors as she made her way to where Saisei sat, Ninsianna ran through the reports sent to her regarding his recent...behavior, for lack of any better categorization. She could tell even without needing much analysis that he hadn't had any malice in his choices, but the fact that he'd done it at all still reflected poorly on the Vandenreich overall.

"Saisei?"

As she arrived in front of Saisei, Ninsianna began forming copies of the various reports on her clipboard, just in case he needed to look over any of the specifics. Names had already been blacked out to protect privacy, of course. Looking the young man over, she noted his obvious concern with his situation, and found it commendable, in a sense. She might have thought to put him at ease, but that was not especially her forte.

To be perfectly frank, Ninsianna had not fully expected Saisei to apologize so completely, or even so immediately. She didn't have any particular intention of firing him. She hadn't even intended to give him a particularly severe reprimand. It had mostly been a matter of informing him of the responses to his recent behavior.

"I'm rather glad to hear that you had no ill intent, but you don't need to apologize so intensely, you know. I'm not here to bring your position in the Vandenreich into question. Despite the complaints filed, you've done very well in your time here. Do not feel as though you need to kneel, either. That's rather unbecoming, you know."

If she were the more comforting sort, Ninsianna probably would have given him a pat on the head or something similar, but that wasn't really the sort of physical intimacy that she generally sought out. So, instead, she simply waited for Saisei to stand before she started back to her office.

"Come with me, if you would."

"I don't believe you've caused any issues quite so pressing as that, Saisei. While there certainly have been complaints regarding your behavior, they are far from damning enough to require the attention of Cyrus or Helle. And, between you and I, I don't believe either of them are quite as suited to these sorts of conversations."

Ninsianna's tone seemed to lighten ever so slightly with her last sentence, though it was so subtle that one might easily chalk it up to their imagination, if they even noticed it to begin with. Taking a seat at her desk, Ninsianna looked through some of her papers, gesturing to the chair opposite her as she gave Saisei a few moments to settle in.

The office itself was, in a word, plain. Every wall was hidden by bookshelves, and the only break in said shelves came with the single window directly behind Ninsianna. It had an exceptionally lovely view of the sea, though she rarely took much time to admire it. Most notably, however, was that every book on the shelves seemed nearly identical. A plain black cover, with not so much as a word on the spin. Were it not for their varying sizes, they would surely have just looked like props.

"In short, I would simply wish to remind you that the City of Lights is intended to serve as a place of refuge for those seeking a more orderly world than what lays outside. While I understand that you mean well, you must also realize that the often surprising nature of some of your behavior might cause some discomfort to those who have come here."

Ninsianna didn't exactly laugh at Saisei's impression of Miss Armstrong, but she did find it to be fairly accurate, if in demeanor and mannerism far moreso than in voice. Simply smiling the slightest touch more, she took down a few notes as he spoke, considering the whole situation.

"Yes, that does sound correct. I should say that I generally agree with this hypothetical Miss Armstrong's assessment, that it could in theory insult the Sueki who live here. That said, it is ultimately a question of the individual, and the act itself is not particularly the problem. Moreso the public nature of it."

Setting her pen down for a moment and studying Saisei more carefully, it was a little difficult to even really read her, if only because her whole demeanor seemed unflinching. The glasses, even being clear, almost seemed like a wall to prevent any clear read on her thoughts.

"Apart from your more recent...outbursts, shall we say, I believe you've done quite well, yes. For the complaints we've received regarding you, we have also had several reports as to your generally helpful nature. Your heart is certainly in the right place, I would think."

Considering his last question, Ninsianna took a moment to run through the diagrams of the City of Lights she'd committed to memory long ago, thinking about what could feasibly be moved where.

"It would likely not be practical for any of the dormitories to be relocated at present, given we are still working to handle incoming refugees at present, and more will almost assuredly be on the way. A room for yourself may be a touch more possible, though I make no promises as to it being particularly ideal in terms of location beyond having a view of the ocean."

"The ocean does tend to have rather therapeutic effects when one sees it regularly. I also was raised rather away from the ocean, though it has been quite a long time since then. I would not be especially bothered to see the sands again."

Ninsianna spoke rather casually about her past with Saisei, but in general it was rather rare that she bothered to talk much about herself at all. Not necessarily because she wished to hide much about herself, of course. Lying to her compatriots of the Vandenreich would only be counterproductive, after all. She simply rarely saw need to talk about her life.

"There is nothing which especially stands out, apart from your general demeanor. I have already addressed that, however, so I don't feel it merits any further attention."

Setting aside the paperwork regarding Saisei, Ninsianna watched as he examined her bookshelves, not particularly bothered if he touched them or what have you.

"Assorted documents I find personally interesting. If you wish to take any, I can simply create a copy for your own use."