It was late night. Cayde was stuck working on more paperwork (though he never finished his other paperwork) as he swore the pile never got any smaller. He hears a knock at the door and sighs, planning to ignore it. Eventually, he got up to open the door when he heard the knock again. Cayde answers the door with a mildly irritated tone, not bothering to check who it is yet.

"Yeah, Zavala, I know, I'm working on it.."