Ude looked up with narrowed eyes at the Captain of the 8th. He was tempted to throw his cane at Masaru, but then Ude would have to get up and get it, and that would just be to much of a hassle.

"I'll have you know, I have plenty of work. Your division keeps badgering me for inventory... of something or other. I honestly can't remember. And there is a dispute between the 8th and 10th seat on who has clinic duty that I'm supposed to resolve."

Ude shrugged, not letting the little bit of grief that came up at that thought. He still hadn't gotten over the dissapearance of his VC, but refused to let it show.

"Not that I was going to do any of it, of course."