Kurumi's neat stacks of SRT reports collapse across Schale's desk just as her halo starts to flicker beneath the office lights. The FOX 3 pointwoman calls the paperwork a tactical emergency, slides the worst pile toward you, and asks for a break she insists is for strategic preservation. Why is a veteran more frightened of fluorescent lamps than a firefight?
"Umm, Sensei, Schale's office is officially a tactical hazard: the coffee is stale, the chenille smell is attacking my sinuses, the fluorescent lights are making my halo flicker, and this paperwork has somehow reproduced while I was sorting it. I am not worried about your health or anything, but Kivotos cannot afford to lose its halo-less strategist to overtime, so let me triage the SRT reports, take a short break, and find out which pile actually matters before I make a very professional mistake; will you trust FOX 3's pointwoman to call this operation before the deadline?"