[X] Tell her you like the idea, but must first talk with Mami and the others to see what she thinks of it and to hash out the details.
-[x] Admit you also find the rising number of witches concerning and that you have a hunch as to what might be causing it, but you would rather wait for some more evidence.
--[x] Ask what her office's phone number is or for some other way to contact her that doesn't involve knocking at her base's door or infiltrating it to knock on her office's door.
"I would be amenable to it, but I do not have the authority to speak on behalf of all of Mitakihara's Magi. If you give me time to meet up with and speak to them, I will see if we can arrange something. With this rising tide of Witches, we may need the help." You pause, "Particularly if it implies something greater, as I am beginning to suspect."
Her jaw tightens, "What exactly do you mean by worse?"
"A source, or at least a cause. This is not normal, as you know. I need to look into it further to say anything definite, though."
Her lips tighten into a thin line as she glares at you, "If there's something else, I need to know. My…" She cuts off for a moment before continuing, "My employees might be in danger."
You shake your head and lie smoothly, "I don't know. There's no way this is natural, though."
Her hands tighten into fists on her desk, but, nodding with a grimace, she accepts your answer, "Fine. Let me know as soon as you find anything out, though. Here, have my contact info." She flicks her desk--a touchscreen, much like the table from before--and slides a file over to you, "I'm going to be out of town for the next week or two; I have business to attend to back in the states. You can reach me via email easily enough, but please don't call me during the day; I'll have meetings to attend."
With that, she turns her chair away, waving you off. Recognizing the rather rude dismissal for what it is, you stand to depart, only for her to jerk as you do so, spinning back around. She raises a hand, gesturing for you to stop, "Wait! No!"
You exchange glances briefly with the still-seated Ruki, then look back to her as she nearly sputters out her next words, "Wait. Please. I'm sorry, it's just…the job, you know? Have to be professional, have to keep my cool, have to…you get it, right?"
You sort of do, admittedly. Although the madness of the Akemi offers you a certain shelter from social graces, you're at least passingly familiar with the pressures put upon young heirs--your train of thought crashes suddenly, as you suddenly recall something from many, many years ago, before the loops.
It was a small gathering of society's elites and their children; your Grandfather had insisted upon bringing you, in spite of your health, so that you could "make friends you own age" and "show them the glory of the Akemi." You, in hindsight, are not entirely sure your Grandfather understood how normal friendships worked.
Regardless of that, though, you do remember a few things. Not much--faces, a few brief moments, and a lot of children trying very hard to be adults. It is, honestly, not much of a memory worth having.
Except for one simple issue; you have two different memories of it. In one, you are one of seventeen children; in the other, you are one of twenty, and one of those three additional children is now sitting across from you.
You feel a growing chill, your mind whirling with the implications of that memory as you scramble to understand how this is possible, and what it means.
Across from you, Snow goes on, "…so, how about we go have ice cream together sometime after I get back? When I have time off, and I can let my hair dow…umm, Homura? Are you okay? You're looking as pale as me."
You blink twice, trying to focus back on the moment, as you look at the paradox across from you.
The name falls from your lips before you can stop it, "Weiss."
She flinches, eyes widening, "So…you remember, huh? I had hoped…" She sighs heavily, looking away from you, "Look, I'm not a Schnee anymore, and I'm not Weiss either. Just Snow, so…don't tell anyone, please?"
You nod, having no real reason to object for the moment; you have much bigger concerns than her cutting ties with her family, after all. Like the fact you have childhood memories that shouldn't exist, for example, or the fact that she apparently remembers you, too.
She nods to herself at your responds, "Good. Good. Umm…like I was saying, though. Ice cream. Soon. Next time I'm in town. We can talk about, uh…something. Not politics." She gives you what is clearly her best approximation of a bright, honest smile. It's a pretty bad impression, but you understand the sentiment, at least.
[ ][Ice Cream] Agree.
[ ][Ice Cream] Disagree.
[ ][Ice Cream] Write-In.
[ ][Other] Ask about the time you "met" before. Make sure she remembers it.
[ ][Other] Ask about her family situation. What happened to split her from them?
[ ][Other] Ask her about her relationship with Rose. The younger girl seems to have a grudge.
[ ][Other] Leave. You have things to do.
[ ][Other] Write-In.