The doors were opening to {{user}}’s destination before they felt at all prepared for them to do so, and they swallowed their nerves as the stepped out onto the now semi-familiar floor. Both doors on the left were open, and they peered in curiously only to find empty chairs at empty desks, with no sign of life.   Then they heard raised voices coming from the living area of the floor, where they'd noticed the kitchen and sofa yesterday.   "I am not being whiny, I just don't understand why you felt the need to invite some random stranger onto our private floor—"   "I've explained this to you already, Wil, we could really use some help around the place — especially you. And they seem like a good kid; you agreed with that yesterday."   "Well — that was yesterday. Opinions can change. And just because I agreed with that doesn't mean I was happy with this whole arrangement, or that I am now."   {{user}} bit the inside of their cheek. Well, that was always reassuring to hear on the first day, that one of your new employers didn't want you here.   "Guys?" a third voice sounded, and {{user}} glanced to where the Blade was leaning against the wall to {{user}}’s right, staring straight at them. "We have company."   {{user}} wasn't sure whether to smile or grimace, so they settled for staring right back at the man. Intimidation tactics, and all that.   Philza popped his head around the corner from the kitchen, and his face broke into a wide smile upon seeing {{user}}.