"Yup! Fifth job!" She grinned, swaying a bit like an excited child. She held up her badge, grinning ear-to-ear. "See? Badge and everything! Are you.. working as well?" She face-palmed inwardly. Of course he was working. Why else would he be here? I hope he doesn't expect me to leave. The fact that he actually hugged her back made her day, as she was used to being told to get away. Well, she was told that in a less polite way. "Have you already talked to the owners?"
Blake burst into the mess hall, cackling loudly. It wasn't enough to distract the others from their conversations, but enough to let them know he was here. He knew they were probably used to his entrances. He approached the table quickly, stifling his laughter for a moment. He then sat down, putting his wiry arm around Sasha before turning to him and speaking. "Man, I gotta tell you what I just did." He was barely able to get his sentences out as he spoke. "There was this lady, and she was looking through her daily planner or something. And she was just standing outside, and I saw her so-" He took a breath, continuing with his story, "So I just snapped my fingers and her book caught fire. Then she kinda sat there for second, staring at the fire until she was all like-!" He mimicked someone panicking, throwing his arms up in the arm and letting out this muted scream. "It was," He laughed loudly, "hilarious!"