Irene giggled. “Because you’re you, silly. You’re pure, untainted by…” Irene waved her hands around, which Seulgi guessed was a way for her to say ‘Fairchild Prep’. “...all this. It’s good to have an outside opinion.”

“Well here’s mine. You guys got to get your together. I’ve only been here for a few hours and I'm already overwhelmed by the amount of fighting and backstabbing that’s going on. All the rules and the bureaucracy. It’s not my style to be real with you.” 

Irene snorted. “Guess Fairchild needs a volumetric compressor. For, you know, getting our together.”

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