[ his boss ... hm. she only hopes this boss of his is a bit more pleasant to converse with than lant agriche. gods forbid they're another copy of her father, as if this universe isn't happy enough to torment her second life and needs to do the same to this life she has. ]

That remains to be seen if I meet them, I suppose.

[ especially if they harbour such sentiment towards individuals that may get caught in the crossfire, as much of an agriche as she is. ]

Where is your boss, anyway? Not wishing to dirty their boots treading through this cavern?