That sounds like an incredibly unpleasant experience to put me through.

I don't think I could work with you after that.

As soon as we get back I'll report you for abuse, harassment, and unprofessional conduct.

I've been working here eight long years, you got here this morning. They'll take my claims more seriously than your rebuttals, and with an employment record as short as yours you'll struggle to get another job this nice again.

I continue to not be actually qualified to drive a buggy on city streets, yet.

It's already a stretch that I'm allowed to use a quadbike.

I bet if you just requisition a buggy, intending to drive it on city streets but not explicitly stating that, your supervisor will give you one and not ask any questions.

They're really lax with the rules here. You'd be surprised the kinds of thing I get away with all the time.

He is a skilled professional. He can hear a leaf russle from a hundred yards. He can smell the fear in his enemies hearts. And he can see the malice in this person's eyes, as she climbs the wall after him.

As soon as she gets within arms reach, he jumps down and darts off.

Mother of-

Why?

At some point while Tiger wasn't looking, a large number of people who've never seen a hurricane up close and thought it worth buying two nights at a hotel appeared. They're disappointed that most of the attractions are closed but not very surprised. They'll filter into their rooms for the night, and probably need to be explicitly told that tomorrow is not a day for going outside and even though their suite comes with a balcony they should not use it.

It is a day for hot cocoa and blankets and board games. You can look out the windows if you want. They're hurricane-proof. It is implicitly assumed in that claim that you do not actually open them.

The spaces outside are all stripped bare. Outdoor chairs and tables have been packed away into invisible storage places. Signs have been lifted from their anchors, and fabric awnings taken down. Most ground level entrances have steel garage doors closed over them, and lower windows have had storm sheeting locked in place. Older trees have had loose branches pre-emptively amputated by chainsaw, where arborists judged them doomed.

It's not going to be enough, it's just everything that saves more effort total if you do it in advance.

Some places are open, including the entrances to her residential tower, which at this point it is apparent was near entirely rented out for visiting workers.

The closest cafeteria is suprisingly crowded. Nevertheless, it is still easy to identify her proper social class. They're the teenagers who have nametags stuck on top of regular shirts.

She can find three of her group, who got here a bit before her.

The cafeteria is organised sensibly, based on sound logic of efficiency, individual freedom, and fair pricing.

Tiger takes a tray, a fork, and a large bowl. Then she slides down the line to the first section of food, sensibly organised from cheapest to most expensive.

She places her bowl on the scale, presses the zero button, and adds three scoops of rice, because it's cheap. The scale stabilises and she presses the finish button and taps her card. She slides down the line, repeating with each of, progressively less cheaply, boiled vegetables, scrambled eggs, and chicken in a rich sauce.

At the eggs tray, she will greedily take all remaining scrambled eggs, and the other teenager behind the counter will have to replace it with the next batch.

Tiger will notice that the rice here is slightly cheaper, the veggies and chicken slightly more expensive, the eggs about the same, than is typical in her home city.

She continues not to know why and continues to be mad about it. Is it the hurricane? Something about unexpected change in demand? Something about refrigeration?

Nobody knows.

It all costs about what she gets paid in half an hour, because mass-producing good food isn't actually that expensive.

Two more of your team members have sat with the rest. Either they were hiding in the line already or snuck in while you were distracted with prices.

If you come over now you'll be the sixth to arrive and obtain a reputation for neither finishing early and therefore being unhelpful nor arriving late and therefore being slow.

Exactly as planned.

She'll go sit with them. They'll probably be together a few days, it's a good enough reason. Her doing this can't possibly be evidence of any additional reasons, which should be safely screened behind the first valid reason.

By making decisions in that way, you're creating a perverse incentive for people who want information about your decision-making process to manufacture situations where any already known reasons are carefully screened out.

"Hi Tiger -"

Not evidence of affection, they have name tags.

"- Did you plan ahead for what you're doing tomorrow? There'll be no work for us since no one can go outside, and there's an estimated 45% chance of a power outage."

Mild evidence, but plausibly he's just anticipating being bored, or he wanted a discussion topic to pass time and picked the most obvious one.

She brought some textbooks to read, and has a battery light if needed, is the true answer.

But coincidentally the true answer would be evidence of disinterest.

Aaaahhhhhhh.