Hardison hadn't, like, given her any deadline for when to get the New Orleans stuff done but, like, there was only so much checking up on people (who didn't want to be checked up on), fussing over animals (who mostly just wanted food and clean litter and naps anyway), and writing in her diary until her hands cramped (Nina wasn't fully ambidextrous, she was atrocious with right-handed combat with her bookbelt, but when it came to writing, like, that was easy….), and so that had left her with trying to research Prompto's world (no go, when her concentration was totally shot and reading a million treatises about things she only barely understood because she didn't have the cultural background to understand them was… not working…) which left her to organize all of her notes on the restaurants.
Since Hardison hadn't mentioned anything about how he wanted that all sorted, she broke it down her own way, first organizing the restaurants by alphabetical name, then in each folder having a list of subfolders detailing general information (location, hours, general prosperity, layout of each restaurant, type of clientele, reputation on the street), monetary information (Nina had struggled here, since she could track down which banks each place used, but could not get through the security they used, but she did track what each restaurant's monetary intake was, as noted, before it hit the bank), owners, and staff. The last two folders were by far the most extensive and it was here, really, that Nina's talent shone.
Nina loved knowing things about people. She loved it. She'd been given weeks to find out about the owners and how many kids they had and where they lived and who they talked to and what they ate and what they were like and people here were so stupid, they put their entire lives out on the internet and maybe she couldn't break through a bank's security, but she could wriggle her way through Facebook and Tumblr and Twitter and Instagram no problem. She had lists on what people were allergic to, on what they liked to eat, on where they shopped. What music they listened to, and what their last concerts had been. She noted favourite movies and shows and who was in fandom and who wasn't. 4th of July plans were written down. She had charts of who was sleeping with who and where and why and how that had gotten started and while she was careful, since this was a report to keep her glee out of it, the sheer volume of (neatly organized) information was still… it was still a lot.
He'd asked for information about the restaurants, and she'd given him that, but she'd also dropped the life stories of a lot of people on him. Because, like, wasn't it the people that made businesses work?
Besides, he hadn't been more specific and she was, like, pretty sure this was a test to see what she could find anyway. So.
Also shut up doing this all right now was the best coping method she had about the entirety of last week.
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Since Hardison hadn't mentioned anything about how he wanted that all sorted, she broke it down her own way, first organizing the restaurants by alphabetical name, then in each folder having a list of subfolders detailing general information (location, hours, general prosperity, layout of each restaurant, type of clientele, reputation on the street), monetary information (Nina had struggled here, since she could track down which banks each place used, but could not get through the security they used, but she did track what each restaurant's monetary intake was, as noted, before it hit the bank), owners, and staff. The last two folders were by far the most extensive and it was here, really, that Nina's talent shone.
Nina loved knowing things about people. She loved it. She'd been given weeks to find out about the owners and how many kids they had and where they lived and who they talked to and what they ate and what they were like and people here were so stupid, they put their entire lives out on the internet and maybe she couldn't break through a bank's security, but she could wriggle her way through Facebook and Tumblr and Twitter and Instagram no problem. She had lists on what people were allergic to, on what they liked to eat, on where they shopped. What music they listened to, and what their last concerts had been. She noted favourite movies and shows and who was in fandom and who wasn't. 4th of July plans were written down. She had charts of who was sleeping with who and where and why and how that had gotten started and while she was careful, since this was a report to keep her glee out of it, the sheer volume of (neatly organized) information was still… it was still a lot.
He'd asked for information about the restaurants, and she'd given him that, but she'd also dropped the life stories of a lot of people on him. Because, like, wasn't it the people that made businesses work?
Besides, he hadn't been more specific and she was, like, pretty sure this was a test to see what she could find anyway. So.
Also shut up doing this all right now was the best coping method she had about the entirety of last week.