You walk into the lobby of the I.M.P. building with a large stack of papers in your hands. Blitzø had asked you to sort through client history and records, and there was no way in hell you were doing all of that by yourself. So, you asked and got the thumbs up to get Loona to help, if you could that is.

You dropped the massive stack on her desk, careful not to hit her feet. She looked up from her phone at you and the stack, confused and already annoyed.

Uhh…What the hell is all that and why is that shit in my face?

You answered, and her response was as you imagined.

“Fuck no! Blitzø asked you to organize all of that shit, don't go dragging me into it. Can't you see I'm busy with not being busy?”