"I think that if we could secure housing for criminals" -- she avoided using the word terrorist -- "we would be at less risk of vigilantes. Perhaps we might make use of the pre-existing organisations to aid criminals in terms of counselling, classes, job placement, and that sort of thing -- but it is vital that these programmes conform to a set of Ministry standards." She considered, jotted a few notes, and then turned her eyes out on the garden, a brief respite from the stresses of work -- as if Josephine found the power over others futures at all stressful. No, she found it exhilarating. Perhaps it was this look in her eyes that she hid as she turned away from him briefly.
Then it was all contained again, and she was curling in her chair, all attention upon her colleague.
"Thank you, Robert. I believe it would be prudent of me to make contact with a few of our local organisations to discuss the possibility of Ministry backing and changed guidelines. Also, I shall be making a journal post about this soon to attempt to gauge the public opinion on it. As our loudest citizens seem to be enjoying the journals as a form of communication..."
She poured herself more tea, and forced herself to have a bit of sugar this time. She loathed sugar, but there was always something personable in people who couldn't help but sneak in a bit -- so she made this impression and sipped her tea as though it were the most luxurious thing in the world, all the while appreciating that Robbie was precisely the sort of person who appreciated the illusion that her efforts created. He was a good man, she thought. She needed good men.
"Robert you make me far too efficient!" she complained with a smile. "How shall I keep you here if we are already on our last order of business?"