"It depends! I go where I'm needed," she says, trying to sound a bit cool, and then mostly ruins it by adding "or, uh, where my agent thinks it makes sense to send me. She's got a pretty good sense for what kinds of powers and dungeons I work well in." Pause. "I have a guiding partner, but she doesn't do dungeons. ...or mixers, usually, she's at home catching up on her fanfic."

...slow nod. "What are you looking for, then?"

"Ah, here? Finding someone I'm compatible with to dungeon together would be awesome; I did that for a few months with Scarlet Inferno, when I was just starting out, but then she had a grandkid she wanted to dote on and retired to do that." She sighs fondly. Those were good times.

"I expect I would be staying near the portal." I'm not sure I'd be any better for that purpose than your current partner.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'd still be interested in trying out working together, if you wanted?" It would mean Kani could stay home sometimes, if they can make it work, and she'd really like that.

"I'd be interested in trying," she agrees. "...I should probably sleep on it before I decide anything," she adds, reluctantly. "But it seems like our powers would work well together." And you seem really nice.

Reve nods enthusiastically. "No need to decide now!" She slips her free hand into a pocket and pulls out a business card to offer. "Here - this has all my contact info." 

"...I don't have those," she says as she takes it, sounding a little embarrassed.

Awww. (hand squeeze for the new esper). "They're handy! I didn't have any either, for my first few mixers, I kept forgetting to write down to do it afterwards," Reve says. "If you give me some contact info, I can send you a link to the place that I get mine from, they have a cute little webapp for designing them..."

She's! Had other priorities!

...though frankly she's surprised Marie hasn't decided she needs them yet. Probably Marie as yet does not know that esper mixers are Like This apparently, she's not sure she mentioned it.

"I'll mention that if I message you," she says, lightly, because she's not supposed to just give out contact information. "I bet one of my friends would love the webapp."

She nods agreeably. "Sure. You can also probably find similar services if you poke around, I bet there's plenty, but my agent liked mine."

(There was a time when the if in "if I message you" there would have been pretty distressing, to Reve, but she's grown a lot in the last two years. Dungeons can be scary. Potential friendships, even ones that would be useful for her espering career, just aren't, not in the same way.)

(Foreshadow sounds like she wants to, which may also help.)

"Probably. She clearly hasn't, yet, though."

(It does help, yes!)

"I suppose mine didn't either." Shrug. 

After a few moments of silence: "...what made you decide to do dungeons?"

"I wanted to help people."

She pauses. "...Grandma got taken, when I was young, and it took a while for them to find her. It was... hard for her." (Hard for Reve, too.)

"Oh." It's Ophira's turn to go solemn. "I'm glad they found her."

"Yeah." Reve sighs. "Me too." Hand squeeze. "Thanks."

”...we never got any dungeons. But... when I was little, one of my friends -- there was an electrical fault. She was in the hospital for a while." The adults wouldn't tell them how close it had been, but -- that's an answer too.

(No dungeons - well, they're far out in the countryside, that makes sense.)

"Oh, gosh." Reve places her other hand over Foreshadow's, gently clasping it. "I'm glad she's okay; that must have been scary."

(Yeah. She knows they're much more common and also less likely to kill you, in the city, but it hasn't really sunk in properly yet.)

It's funny; she knows there isn't anything different she could have done that would have helped. She got plenty of lectures about how it wouldn't have been better if she was hurt instead, and -- it hadn't been like Uncle Hal's heart attack, where if they had found him earlier --

But her younger self had been so convinced she should have done something different, and some of that stuck. She supposes... "I think it was the helplessness that really got to me." She squeezes Reve's hand back, and shrugs slightly.

"Yeah. That's... relatable." She'd tried to go out looking for grandma, when it happened; her parents had made her stay inside. "Well, we're not helpless, anymore." 

"Yeah. We can help people."

"We can help people!" She's grinning. 

"Yeah!" She bounces slightly.

Eee! Smile bounce bounce. (Reve likes Foreshadow!)