She took a deep breath and looked at the broken pieces of glass on her floor. That would need some cleaning up as she released a sigh before pressing on the intercom at her desk. "Have someone come to my office to clean up broken pieces of glass." There was an instant answer to that order of hers. "At once, your Highness." She ended it at that and began to read through the research data compiled for her by Lindon. Everything does appear to be proceeding smoothly despite the large setback due to the infiltration, but she was not content with the statistics on this one plant, the corn.'
There are some factors that won't allow it to grow, and because of its sensitivity to the outside atmosphere, it had lead for a harder survival rate. According to this date in her hands, the corn can grow outside provided that ample nitrogen tincture are inserted and a net would cover it. That one is quite treacherous as it requires high maintenance and having the populace eat chemically grown ones, is not on her preference. It's enough that she has the need to generate and fine-tune the genome of these plants, but aiding its growth with chemicals was not her cup of tea.
A knock alerted her to reality. "Come in." The door opened revealing an elderly janitor as he spoke his purpose. She simply nodded and continued on her reading. "Your Highness, I'm done. I'll take my leave." She raised her eyes to look at the man who bowed in adamant respect, but she believed it was out of fear of her authority. "Go. Tell my assistant to bring me another tea." That's right. she's a leader, isn't she.
"The whole building?" He had a thoughtful expression. There was nothing odd about it, but deep inside his curiosity was piqued. Why would this man require a map of this building? Unless, there is something he has in mind of. There was no problem really for him to obtain it. The issue would be if he has the right to hand it as that would be technically giving information to those who should not have it. Then again, the ever strict princess had instructed him to rat out the rebels and condone them, except for the traitor of course, that's death penalty.
"Okay! I agree! I would do my best to get this map!" Nothing beneath the determined and carefree Jerry persona could define that he was a completely different person. "I'll do everything to get your blessing, Sir!" He even straightened his posture to prove the sincerity of his words, though, it appeared to be a bit too stiff. "I have to go now! I have to get it as soon as possible!" He told himself and then looked at where Perrine is. "Don't worry Doc! I won't return empty-handed!"
He was obviously carefree confident that he would get it with clear cut determination and a positive outlook. "Well, later! Oh, Doc! I'll leave Char to you!" He was then outside of the door on the trail of finding that map. He could procure it easily without the need of looking for the person who has it here. But, Bad Request specifically wanted him to have his hands get dirty, figuratively of course. "Where could that map be...?"