[Her hand drops from the doorknob, and she lets out a huff.]

Yeah, he was my boss, somethin' like that.

[Not her direct supervisor, but close enough. It'd be too annoying to have to explain the hierarchy of the Order and where she had fallen in it.]

A pain the hind end, that's what he was. Still is.

[The toys on his desk are the only indication of his true otaku nature; the rest of the office is tasteful in spite of its ostentatious decor. But the mood of the memory sinks as Hachiro is mentioned.]

You that interested in this? It ain't that fasincatin'.