Things are back to relatively normal. The babykloks didn't die this morning, the new arrivals are being herded into the assembly hall for this evening's training, and as for me? I'm in a positively chipper mood. I want to see our little recruits have a success rate over 70 percent, which is a lofty goal since they're at 30 percent. Heaven forbid they wind up living. That'd be FAR too much to ask of them, obviously.
Sadako? Mr. Ofdensen? Would asking for lunch together be stepping on any toes? I would be honored to go over a plan I've got for the recruits that could potentially save on resources.