[Hijikata's 'life' outside of work is leaving a daytime soap playing in the background while he does paperwork. Meticulous and thorough, his work has never required revisions - a point of pride for the man who spent his teen years on the streets of Westerley.]

If water destroys it, then it was pretty useless in the first place. [A reassurance delivered with a deadpan voice. He may be fantasizing about the damn PDD meeting such a fate...

He snaps back to reality when ash falls from the butt of his cigarette. His stomach groans, audible but easily passed off as the wood behind his back settling. At least, he thinks so-] You do enough. [He turns to face her, a frown pressed on his lips. It's hard to argue with such dedication.] Really. If we had more people like you, we might not even need these patrols. [The riots would have been shut down days ago.]