'Liskarm, what's this cake doing here?' 'From HR, for the newcomer.' 'Oh, you mean that engineering specialist they got? I think she was fresh out of college? We haven't had new meat in forever—don't you wanna mess with her a little? Ahah, there we are, I'll just hide the cake in this drawer for now.' 'Knock it off, Franka, she's already here—Come in.' 'Sorry, let me just put my stuff down. Is this the BPRS division?' '...Laura Arias?' 'Yep.' 'Laura, we'll be conducting an interview for BPRS now. Do you understand?' 'Franka—' 'Interview? Don't think anyone told me... Well, whatever, no problem. Go ahead, ma'am.' 'Okay, listen close, first question—what the hell's this giant thing you brought with you?' 'Huh, what? That sure is some question... It's the 'Traction Model Long-Distance Transporter Prototype', and it <i>was</i> my capstone project too, but... after packing up for Blacksteel, I made a few improvements to adapt it to the security field. But continuing the R&D takes funds, and applying for funds requires more experimental data, so I'm applying <i>here</i>... It'll be easier to explain if you just give it a try. Either of you ladies interested?' 'Liskarm, how about you—' 'I imagine you're dying to try it, aren't you, Franka?' 'Here, hold this grip, and be careful.' 'Oftentimes, security work means the enemy's some distance away. After modifications, this piece of gear's now able to drag anything or anyone right up next to you. Just pull the trigger.' 'Whewww~. That's a lot more stable than any regular hookshot, but this sort of thing is pretty common.' 'Right, that's the improved <i>basic</i> functionality, and what I'm currently researching lies a little elsewhere. You know, there's times you're in complex terrain and it's hard to get anywhere with your average hookshot, but these mechanical claws can grab onto most anything... Go on, try that out too. Press here and it'll switch modes.' 'That's pretty handy! Hey, Liskarm, I can grab the you-know-what...' 'Just use it like you used the other mode. But be careful, it's not fully calibrated yet, so—' Crash! And with that sudden sound, Franka vanishes from where she stood, appearing in an instant on the other side of the room. The cabinet topples over with a colossal thud, and cake and icing splatter all over the floor. Naturally, Franka's face gets the most. 'Don't fire it at anything unfixed, since it'll drag you there pretty rapidly...' Liskarm forces her facial muscles to stay put, and turns to an apologetic-looking Laura. 'I suppose we don't have a welcoming cake anymore. That concludes the interview. Welcome to BPRS, Laura. Your new life begins here.'