"....yes, I suppose that's true." Tyson agreed.

"Well, whatever reason you were rejected, I'm sure that won't happen here." he told her. "We're quite diverse and open to others here." he reasoned.

"I'm sure you'll manage to fit in." he added with a small smile.

"And literally stumbled upon this place? Lucky you." he then went on. "Someone up there must be lookin' out for you a little." he said with a small chuckle.

"If you, personally, believe in that sort of thing." he continued.

"...I'VE seen too much NOT to believe in it, myself..." he mumbled.

Tyson just shrugged.

"I hate talking down to people. In ANY sense." he told her. "Simple as that." he said.

"No real deep meaningful reason or anything, just wanted to get a little comfortable and talk to you more casually." he went on with another, smaller shrug.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll find there's a lot of different kinds of people here." he then went on.

"Who have you met, already?" he asked.

"I know you'll have already met Sharp, and I'm guessing you've already met Jake, but anyone else?"

Tyson laughed a little.

"Well, then you've certainly gotten a taste of the diversity here." he commented.

"Anyway, I just wanted to come over and introduce myself." he told her.

"Hope I run into you again." he continued, rising to his feet.

"And I hope you find your niche here, or in the world, or wherever." he continued.

"There anything you wanna ask, or anything else?" he then inquired.

"Not yet, anyway." Tyson replied.

"It's possible to hook you up with something." he told her.

"But you'll discover that soon enough." he then said, waving to her as he noticed someone that looked to be a fox-girl start to leave the cafeteria.

"I have to talk to someone." he finished.

"Hey! Peyton!' he called to the young woman, jogging over towards her.

And then Izea was alone again.

But someone had legitimate reached out to her to talk... that was something.

She finished eating, and when she went to return her tray and dishes, she noticed that she was just a little too small to get the tray up there properly. And if she tried to stretch her arms out to do it, there was a real chance of the dishes falling off and probably breaking.

But just as she was trying to wonder what to do, someone approached. Someone that seemed very unassuming, much like Tyson had been.

"Ah, heck." the male said.

"Guess the thing's missing again." he muttered.

"There's normally a stepping stool for shorter people here... want me to look for it?" he asked.

"Actually, want me to just help you with your tray?" he then asked further.

"I'll bring up the missing platform with the staff here."

He made sure everything was where it should be, before looking at her.

"You're welcome." he replied.

"Also, never seen you around before." he said.

"You new?" he asked.

When she nodded, he smiled a little.

"Cool." he said.

"Name's Levi." he introduced himself, extending a hand.

Levi just chuckled.

"Yeah, I had to learn that, too." he said. "Though I was given a lot of tolerance for... well... reasons..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head and sighing quietly.

"...also, sorry if this is insensitive or anything..." he then said further, trailing off a bit and changing the subject.

"...but... you're... a real goblin, yeah?" he asked.

"Like... a legit one?" he asked further.

"I've seen a whole hell of a lot since I learned of this side of life, but I've never actually seen a goblin before. I didn't know they were... well... really real." he admitted.

Levi was silent for a moment, and sighed.

"Yeah..." he said.

"I guess the tabletops I play sometimes really DO mimic real life in unintended ways." he lamented.

"But I like to think I'm one of those players... or NPC's, depending on how you look at it... that are okay with them." he told her with a small smile.

"Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat, but my lunch break's over." he told her.

"If you wanna find me during work hours, the PR and Media Relations department is where I work." he informed her further.

"Bye, Izea." Levi said, as he started to dash off.

"Was nice meeting you!" he yelled back, before he was out of sight.

She then stood there for a moment, almost stunned, before she heard another voice.

"Excuse me." he said. That's when she realised she was in the way of the tray and dish return, technically speaking, so she quickly got out of the way. Nothing more was said, though, as the people started to return their trays and dishes and filter out.

It made sense, lunchtime was over.

However, other than the odd glance at her, and the occasional look of confusion or surprise, nobody said anything. Good or bad.

After a few seconds, one of the male staff approached her.

"Ah, you must be Izea?" they said.

She nodded.

"Excellent, Agent Sharp told us to expect you about this time." he responded.

He checked over the paper he had, before gesturing for her to follow him.

"This way, please." he told her.

"We have to do a few rudimentary and preliminary tests and such. Weight, height, mana, that sort of thing."