Noctisardor Bypass congratulations. you have found a waste-bin

Agent dips his head, not in obligation but respect for the rank she has achieved for herself. Her question is expected, met with a fleeting, wry half-smile. Chance, He answers, unknowingly echoing Arbiter's thoughts. I'll stay awhile, if you'll have me. Recruit for your pack. I always thought leadership would suit you. The words are cool and to the point, clearly laying out his intentions in his typical indirect manner. I can tell you're struggling lurks behind the words, and I'm here to help, but these aren't sentiments Agent is accustomed to expressing. So he offers what he knows.