As she transcribed her notes, Robbie put his teacup down too, so as not to seem rude by drinking while she wasn't. Instead, he threaded his fingers together, the heel of his palms resting on the table surface, elbows on his thighs as he listened to her.
He hummed thoughtfully. "Community involvement would be particularly helpful, not to mention would possibly allay their worries of helplessness when it comes to the terrorists." He cocked his head to the side, running his fingers along his smooth jaw line. "But perhaps we would encounter problems with overzealous civilians? Who might turn to vigilantism? Though we'd have to assign MLE or perhaps MAB to monitor the parolees, so it may not necessarily be a problem." It was an optimistic thought, really.
"I think that would be very good. A grouping of halfway houses. I know that this would also alleviate the fears of the public, knowing that the recently released criminals would be separate from them for an interim period, and that they would be positively contributing to society." Robbie smiled, encouraged by their ideas. "I'll speak with the Minister about arranging the payment for the development, though I'm sure he will agree."
He reached for his teacup then, treating himself to a sip before continuing speaking. "What more was there to the agenda then?" he said, a relaxed tease at their informal conference. "St. Mungo's, right?"