[Emmy notices Kimblee's tone, and it surprises her somewhat. Making a mental note of it, she scrunches up her nose as she ponders his question, taking a sip of tea as she thinks.]

Well...they haven't been too bad, no. I get the occasional dirty look because of the, ah...alterations I've made to the uniform, but my training instructor seemed content to let me wear them when I showed him why I have to.

[Frowning slightly, Emmy taps her foot on the ground a few times in annoyance.]

You can't fight as I do in a skirt like this without something on underneath. Honestly, I don't understand why the women have to wear this stupid thing, but! I'm not going to complain unless someone tries to get me to take my tights off.

Other than that, things have been surprisingly pleasant. People tend to leave me alone when they realize I'm no pushover, despite my size.

[Seriously, why are all the people here so tall...]

Anyway, how do you find things here, Mr Kimblee? What sort of work do you do? Are you a grunt, like me? Goodness, I have so many questions! Maybe I should have bought two packets of biscuits...