"Then what do you fight for? What is it that you can truly make a difference within your own means of usable power? I don't mean fighting for an idealistic way you see the human function in terms of a society it develops. I'm sorry that I don't know what happened to your parents or why the MND supposedly took them away; thats a question you're asking the wrong person for as we were never part of the Buro when such things happened." She could see he was ready to up and leave the booth without doing anything to her. "I'm disappointed, in myself and not you, that I couldn't at least appeal some form of respectable conversation. But in all honesty you're still carrying around the Ideals of what you were fighting for within the Bundschuh... I don't expect you to see the changes we've made internally because... Well, we wouldn't let see them from where you stand. And we're not just fighting, or for some time have at least put effort into, the Bundschuh. As of right now they're nicely bringing a balance to Rheinland against the rise of this military controlled and potentially nomad influenced clique." She drank the rest of her water, the ice of which has melted by now. Their conversation had been going on for quite some time, but a lot of it was silence as they tried to at least come with rational thought and arguments, for a machine to make a speech of an emotional outbursts... Now that would indeed be something. "You speak about what happened all those years ago like the Buro was in control... I'm sorry that you still see us as the equivalent to the nomad infected scum that had control at the time but I can assure you that with who we have now; The same mistakes that struck our agency will not be happening again." She said as she also seemed ready to leave, she took whatever documents were on the table and closed them up.
"It doesn't matter which society is in control, theres always another group of boogeymen waiting to take advantage of it, be it from home ground or from another nation. If you think that eliminating the MND is goal, then you're just doing the others a favor. I'd expect that whatever government you would form, would think the same thing... Another clone organization to take the MND's place. People to do the work that you would never do yourself, all without its glorification and publicity." She opened up her flight suit, her clothing was civilian, but what was most noticeable was her neckline her sliver skin like appearance and what she had was ultimately as close to a form of female that can be. Her chest expanded and contracted like as if her breathing was natural, she was mostly built for imitation... Mostly. She slid in the documents on a rather over sized pocket under her flight suit. "All i want to say, is if you plan on bringing a small party to rise up and revolt during a fragile state of Rheinland to fight us? Then you're shooting likely doing the opposite efforts of what was achieved in the Westerwald in Eight-Oh-One... Anyway, I'm heading back to such a place. I'll be sure to do you proud and crucify any of those blue fucks on a cross as a warning." And there it was again, sarcasm and exaggeration at its finest within her vocal processors, possibly because she felt she might have not gotten far enough with him. "Take the case or leave it, scan it for bugs if you want or take it to one of your techies for sample testing." She nodded her chin to what remained in that briefcase, vials filed with his life supporting substance. "And leave me be, I still have someones birthday to celebrate with."
Enfield had had enough of looking and feeling over what scars he had, he put dressed down his shirt and donned on his cheap hoodie again before taking paces towards the bathroom door and leaving. As he walked his way back down the corridor he noticed the Maintenance engineer had also taken flight from his posting... Not that he seemed bothered about it but he just expected he was on break. Tools were down and cones were still up... But this was a freeport he was talking about, someone would have taken his place to keep the job flowing. An oddity that rested a little on the back of his head-- No matter.
He would walk to the bar again, taking the attention of the bar-keeper and paying the tab along with a bit extra. He still had around three quarters of a slightly chilled beer left to drink so he decided it be best to not sit down and wait for his partner to finish her conversation. "Hmm~"