Thanks. [force of habit is primarily to blame in her case. since she's not really considered herself part of the organization in awhile, it's not their strict "n being seen" edict holding her back. but the fear that they'll figure her out.

so she's careful with everyone here by default, just in case.] Sure... when?

[a looooooooooong pause, as she tries to digest this bit. try as she might, it's beyond her comprehension how anyone can represent a country unless they're ...what's the word? a diplodocus... no! diplomat. diplomat.]

I can't say I get it. Unless you're a diplo---ah. Diplomat? But that's more of a title anyway, right? I think.. But. Um... it's nice to talk to you too.

When is good for you? I generally tend to have a pretty open schedule. [Since it's not like he has any pressing matters to deal with on a regular basis or anything. Unless one counted making sure his brother actually got his lazy self out of bed, but he usually took care of that after he managed to drag his own lazy self out of bed in the mornings.]

It's okay. We're from different worlds, correct? And I understand that it's quite a foreign concept to try and understand. But to answer the question... I suppose, in a way, you could say I'm a diplomat. But I really am a physical manifestation of a country as well.

Anytime other than sunset. [because that's her time to sit up on the balcony and eat ice cream with her bffs. and it's sacred, man.]

Yeah. It really is kind of... beyond me, I guess you can say. [long pause.]

That's so cool!