Vaarvel will be the field commander

It only made sense to pick Vaarvel. She was the one who wanted the position the most and, among the Goodbye Girls, she was the senior agent. Furthermore, she'd shown her cunning on numerous occasions and seemed comfortable speaking to anyone. You couldn't imagine anything shaking her nerve.

"Ha ha ha... Good boy."

... But her attitude still pissed you off sometimes. You could picture her white grin leering from the darkness of the slits lining her silver mask.

Goodbye flicked off the comms switch and adjusted her glasses, wearing a disapproving frown. "I don't know what kind of relationship you and Vaarvel have, but it seems like it needs some corrections. You can't just let her take charge! You're the handler! If you surrender your position of authority to the agents, what are you good for?!"

You told her, frankly, that you didn't want to hear that from someone who hid under her desk every time she suspected one of her agents was in the hallway.

"I'll have you know that under my desk is a CEDIT-designated safezone! For... earthquakes, and that sort of thing." Your boss pushed her fingers together with a guilty look on her face.

You sighed, then flipped comms back on for a moment. You asked Vaarvel if she needed anything to perform in this capacity.

"Oh, I don't suspect it will be too difficult. Well, unless I face some of the same difficulties my predecessors as handlers have..." You could still hear a laugh in Vaarvel's voice.

That seemed like a pretty tasteless thing to joke about, but you let her have it for now. With a grumpy expression on your face, you switched off the comms and turned back to Goodbye, ready to resume your earlier conversation.