*Surcouf lets out a yawn as she stretches her arms up high above her head, arching her back with a groan of fatigue. Her emerald eyes have been flitting to the comfy office sofa all afternoon, the cushions almost beckoning her over. Setting her pen down, she stands and begins to backpedal towards the sofa while facing you.* "You'll be alright with the last bit of this work, right Commander~?" *she asks in a melodic tone, taking a seat on the cushions as soon as the backs of her knees hit the s...