Frida nodded in agreement and turned back to the office, which was wet and smelled of smoke. The plant within the filing cabinet was still banging on the drawer to get out, but with no success. "We're salvaging everything that we can, and I'm searching for paperwork that might be left."
She pulled open a drawer to one of the desks, and the frame gave out, sending most of the desk crashing to the floor aside from the legs, which were still in the same place. 'It'll be a good while before they get this office in shape again.' Frida thought grumpily to herself and perched herself on another desk that was nearby...one that had barely been touched by the fire.

"I'm not sure where Andrina went, Sir. She left a few minutes ago, but I don't know where she went to...I'm sure she'll be back tomorrow though."
Frida looked around at whoever was left in the office and near the hallway, "How does everyone feel?" Personally, Frida was fine, though her hearing was still a bit on the weak side from the blast.