It was difficult to sit calmly amidst clutter, but Lansing was used to the Mayor's office (as well as the man's resistance to organization tips). He no longer tried to bring order to the chaos of Olinger's office.
In many ways, he was starting to give up on bringing order to the chaos of Austin as a whole. His concerns about Demi Rafferty had been largely met with amusement. Olinger seemed to think keeping the former Hound girl within Capitol walls as a pet was a cute statement to make, rather than a maddening breach of protocol and security leak. Regardless of her origins, she had a criminal record, for God's sake, and had been offering to show people around on the Freenet.
This, however, was overdue. Having as many people situated in the Dog Park as possible... people with a confirmed in, who wouldn't be turned away at the gate or stupid enough to be found out and killed, was a necessity. They were getting some information, but not nearly enough. The revival of telecommunications was a double-edged sword, given their tech guru's misguided moral principles on blocking users or monitoring posts. As fast as the Capitol was gaining information, they were surely losing it to their enemies.
So he was understandably tense as he sat in the chair, nodding in response to her smile. He wasn't a man who smiled easily as a rule, and lately he'd been feeling more frustrated than usual. Let Olinger have his easy smiles and solid night's sleep. Lansing would take up the slack in the tightly wound department. Still, he meets her gaze steadily, with interest. Calvin Davidson was a a gold asset, a man who'd impressed him early on, and Lansing was inclined to trust that man's word on as far as his sister went.
"Austin has found itself in the midst of a growing turf war," he supplies, gravely, always happy to enlighten.