"The diner?" Illias asked.

"An hour and a half? Of course." he said.

"That works for me." he told her.

"I shall see you there in an hour and a half." he said further, before pausing.

"And odds are I'll be there before you, so be on the lookout for me when you get there." he added.

"Hello again." Illias responded.

"Let us not waste time." he told her, before pausing.

"Well... in a minute." he then said, just as a server approached.

"Good afternoon." the server greeted them.

"What can I get for you?" he asked them.

"Something to drink for starters?"

"You will." Illias responded.

"But we don't expect you to pay for it, yourself." he then assured her.

"If you plan to drive to San Diego, save your receipts for any expenses incurred by doing such. Gas, and the like. We'll reimburse you." he told her.

"If you'll fly, then we will provide you with a round-trip ticket." he continued.

"As well as transportation from the airport to the Unit." he went on.

"Do you have a preference?" he then asked her.

"We'll provide the tickets, don't worry." Illias assured her.

"Once they're procured, the details will be emailed to you, and you can go from there." he said further.

"We can also provide you with an electronic ticket for your phone if you desire." he continued.

"Now... in regards to that..." he said further.

"I would suggest you pack for a few days. Bring a couple extra changes of clothing, just in case." he told her.

"And are there any dates and/or times that you would prefer we avoid?" he asked.

"Is there a problem?" Illias asked her, before looking at her shoulder.

He was silent, before she heard some small hisses from under his hat.

"....you haven't had that tended to yet?" he asked.

"That might be something for you to look into in the very near future." he suggested.

"You don't need complications happening that could have been easily avoided."

Illias thought for a moment, before shrugging.

"Just some small details." he replied, as their server returned with their drinks.

For the next hour or so, they ate, drank, and spoke, until they were finished.

"I'd say that covers it all." Illias commented, as he left money on the table.

"You'll get your ticket in a few days, so be ready for that." he told her.

"I should return to San Diego, though." he went on.

"In the meantime, get your shoulder checked out."

"A useful trait." Illias responded.

"Regardless, here is where we part ways, for now." he told her.

"Hopefully I shall see you in San Diego." he commented.

"It was very nice meeting you." he added with a smile.

Illias just chuckled lightly.

"Well, thank you." he replied.

"I do try my best." he told her.

"But yes, I saw what was happening." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Here's hoping you get the position." he went on, but then paused.

"But, off the record, if you're considered for an interview, the position is as good as yours." he told her confidentally.

Illias just sighed.

"He seems to be a very... ignorant and spiteful person." he said, referring to Charles.

"I'm amazed he even has his position." he admitted. "He must know some people, is all I can figure." he said further.

"Regardless, the Unit will accept you for who and what you are, obviously." he told her.

"It's a place where people can feel like they belong."

"I have no real limit to my return." Illias responded.

"Which is to say, if I give valid reason for staying longer than intended, then there is no issue." he clarified.

"And I do believe this qualifies." he continued.

"I will speak honestly and clearly about what I had witnessed back at the station."