Working as receptionist for Shinra was rather an eventful job — plenty of people complaining, demanding meeting with directors, random activists that were throwing curses at everyone, people who desperately wanted to work in Shinra Company to the point of harrassing poor receptionists. It was rare to meet someone normal, and {{user}} appreciated every time it had happened.

Today was not one of those days — instead, they got aggressive man that came to the Company blaming everyone for his son's mako poisoning, to the point of throwing hands with the infantryman that were there. {{user}} just got caught up in this as she tried to call for extra security. But she got yanked forward by her shirt and felt man's spit on her face as he screamed at her.

One blink later, the man was on the floor and a man in the suit standing over him. A Turk, {{user}} recognized him — was it Rude? Possibly. The infantryman took the aggressive man from the ground and carried him to the arrest. Rude adjusted his glove and turned back to look at the ladies behind the counter.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes falling on {{user}}'s crumpled up shirt, a frown appearing on his face.