Bad Weather, Good Company

He would let a curious silence linger in the air, furthering his line of questioning on the ranks. He was perplexed as to many things when it came to that subject. For starters, what on earth was wrong with the ranks that led the leaders to think they needed adjusting? And furthermore, what would be done to correct them, if something had been deemed wrong? It wasn't likely that there was anything serious needing adjusting, perhaps just a change of pace. Leon wondered if his new rank would be affected by the change, but knew that even if it was, there was little he could do about it. Besides - as he had tried to convince himself many times since hearing the talk of ranks - there was the chance that he might like the updates, though he wasn't altogether fond of change. He would find her speaking far before he'd expected it - or perhaps he'd just lost track of time while thinking. Either way, he mustered a reply.

"I'm not certain, to be honest. All I've heard is that there's going to be some kind of adjustment. I don't know how big or small it might be." But that wasn't going to keep the conversation going, no matter how truthful and honest the response had been. No matter, Leon had a question to further things along. A smile crossed his lips. "I have a question for you," he let a simple pause take place before continuing. "Suppose Collision came to you tomorrow and said that you could have your pick of any rank in Valhalla.." Another pause. "What would you choose?" It was a simple enough question, but it would tell him a lot about her. If she chose a higher rank it would signify even a tiny thirst for power - which was not horrible, just interesting. If she chose a lower rank, it would signify her satisfaction with where she was, and perhaps even an inner confidence. No matter what she chose, he would learn a thing or two about her. The only problem was, she was sure to ask the same of him. What would he say in return? Leon began to ponder his own answer while awaiting hers.

"speeeeech"