Lieutenant-Chaplain Viktoriya DeNurem donned a hardy grin, her gaze scanning the document she held within her gloved hands. She gave a nod of her head, extending her grasp forth to pluck her #1 Mother Mug - that, of course, she'd bought herself due to her lack of parenting skills. And, living children - from the counter, stealing a swig from the aged booze that sat within it.
"About time we see some new faces around! Har, har. Wonder what odd sort we'll get this time . . ." that woman uttered, collapsing back upon her lavish armchair to continue her paperwork.