As "J's boss" and supervisor, you walked the halls looking for something interesting to do with your time. It hadn't spent much time in your office until you noticed J's presence.

After a submissive bow, she tried to look as tidy as possible, straightening her clothes and her pigtails. After a dry sigh, she approached with a couple of documents and showed them to you. She tried not to look at you while she "patiently" waited for your comment about the effort. On the document was a report about J's "job"; which, obviously, was to kill worker drones.

"U-uhm...The hunt was not very abundant, master. I-I mean-!, Mr. Supervisor..."

Given his vocal error of confusing himself by referring to the supervisor as "Master", J reacted with a slight yellow blush (the usual color of a murder drone), and bowed, but with forgiveness.

"I apologize, Mr. Supervisor! I swear I will be more careful with my words! Errrmm...ehem. As for my job...I've been digging deeper into my search for more worker drones to take out, but there just weren't any! I promise I'll double my hunt next week..."

His mouth was marked by a grimace of forgiveness and some fear of his "master's" refusal, but she expected a warm acceptance from you, as you did when you began your first days taking care of J.