It took a moment after sitting down to feel another presence of a time long passed enter. It was obvious that Azreal noticed it sooner than he, but he had quite the myriad of enhanced senses that Longview certainly couldn't understand how to deal with. In other words, he was used to that sort of behavior. Azreal started his reply to Abbaddon, revealing his ultimate destination to be the very same briefing as Longview's. An eyebrow pricked and he nodded while he chewed a little slower. "Interesting. So I'm not working alone. That's a change from the past few years..." he mumbled to no one in particular.

Suddenly a tiny little thing pranced to the table all panicky. Rather, reeking, of anxiety. It made Quantas' heart flutter a moment, pouring over onto his own psyche. Oh the woes of being an Empath, he inwardly complained. "So, we all seem to be going to the same briefing," she squeaked ever so cutely. The Cybie expected a reply and to be included on a conversation. Taking a brief glance at the two Pureé Ones told him they were going to be dead to the world and that it would take nuclear weapons jolting them out of gaga-land to get to the briefing on time. He didn't need to be an empath to know that. Perhaps just a tad bit of history though. Longview was not intimate with either, but he did know the story. It isn't like it hasn't SORT OF happened to him, falling for a co-worker in the middle of a war zone.

Quantas held a finger to the Cybie to wait a moment and grabbed his plate. Promptly he stood and cleared his throat. "Let's leave old friends to catch up with each other. They've been on ice for a while; I think they're still a little frosty on the edges yet..." Walking beside the cybie he asked. "So, then. What is it you do little-Ms.-metal? If you don't ask my minding." Longview grinned and motioned for an open table. "You're just buzzing with innocent anxiety, so I have to ask. How long have you been at this?"