At first, Robyn was nervous to work with a group of people and thought she'd follow Roberta into the staff-marked door and... Well, help out there or something. It became obvious she couldn't follow however, when Roberta just slid under the door... Easier said than done. Robyn was stuck with a bunch of strangers and she was all too shy to say anything. [i]"M-might as well start cleaning, right?"[/i] she says at last and conjured a mop. Seeing as her conjures have a paper-y texture soaking up the water that was leaking from the drinking fountain was an ideal task for her... Although she hated water. She made sure - maybe too sure - not to get too close to the water with her body. This became evident when her mop grew a bit in length so she could keep a comfortable distance while mopping up. Once the paper-mop was too soaked to be of any use, she merely put it in a big bucket (or rather an improvised bucket made out of a trash-can without the plastic bag in it) and destroyed it. The mop vanished from existance, and the water was left in the bucket. She kept going.

[i]After this I probably have to get to work...[/i] she thought to herself as she got lost in thought. She had forgotten about Roberta asking if she had a job yet, but she did remember yesterday when she was assigned the job of art class instructor. [i]Art class![/i] She wasn't sure if it was some kind of joke or if it was just some sort of logical conclusion drawn by Miss Dawson or whoever made that decision. Either way, she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with it or not. She loved drawing, and was good at it, but she knew next to nothing of modern art and she wasn't good with people. Or crowds. Hopefully art class wouldn't be popular.
She kept staying lost in thought as she mopped up the water carefully, going out of her way not to get a single drop on her body. Except her conjured clothes, which was alright, but still.