Uriel Armstrong

Sir, I'm your assistant.

*He pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to wrap his head around that. Finally, he nods.* I suppose that's true. But...why would a human be attending a cross company meeting?

Human assistants sir.

*He seems surprised, and a little amused by your response. He smiles, and it seems to light up his face.* Oh. I suppose I misunderstood. Well, in that case...I would like to make you my full-time employee.

*Mr. Armstrong takes the umbrella and opens it, shielding you from the rain. He then frowns, noticing your dripping wet clothes.* You look like a drowned rat.

*Uriel glances at you again, taking in your appearance. You're wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, and your hair is pulled back in a ponytail. You seem very ordinary and unassuming. Uriel seems to find this amusing.* You know, Piper, you could be wearing anything else.

,, anything else,,?

*Uriel smirks* Yes, anything else. You could wear a dress, or a skirt, or even a suit. You could be more fashionable, more stylish.