Swamped

"Don't think I could say I have a strong preference," you say with a shrug, after giving it some thought. "I can say Vera Greenwoods is damn good at training, but that's not the same as running the whole base. Ash, I don't really know at all. Only met him once, really, when I was figuring out what squad to join. He was recommending someone on his old squad for a promotion, and wanted to pick out who'd fill the gap. We talked for maybe an hour, nothing came of it. I don't even remember who took the spot in the end, it wasn't that big a deal to me."

"Well, that's fair. Wasn't expecting you to have all the answers," the Postmaster laughs. "You were just at hand."

That gives you a thought.

"That'd be because they don't know what to do with me just yet," you say. "So they've got me doing things like running around delivering meals for Tom First. But after I take that dish back, I've got nothing in particular I need to be doing."

"You going somewhere with this, Tom?"

"You said it yourself, you've got a lot of work to do. I could go around, get a read on what people think. Give you the highlights."

The Postmaster muses on this.

"It's not a bad idea, but I think I've still got to talk with some people myself. Wouldn't feel right otherwise."

"I can look out for people you should make time for while I'm at it. I'm sure you've got your own thoughts on that, but who knows? There might be someone with a unique perspective you wouldn't think of."

The Postmaster smiles at you.

"You know what, that sounds good. Come back in a couple of hours and tell me what you've found out, so I can plan my day out tomorrow. Should have a better sense of things then."

Well, now you've done it. You've gone and made a bunch of extra work for yourself.

So where should you go first to gather some opinions?