He didn't have to look hard. Already distracted by her own belief that she was somehow thicker in this moment despite days of eating little or nothing, her guard wasn't fully up and repaired yet. At least not with him... perhaps coming from someone else she'd have manage to keep her grin and her serene face. Instead, her brow furrowed and her lips turned heavy with a frown.

[color=bc8dbf]"Of course not... I would never. I've had an alert scheduled for weeks."[/color]

Just as quickly as it washed over her... the hurt, the self-loathing, the determination that she would do more, be more to convince him of her trustworthiness, her eyes met his and her resolve returned. Her abruptly injured expression dissolved in to the serene nothingness of her pale complexion. Emotion was not pretty. Emotion was not acceptable. She was not allowed to hurt when other people were there to see it. She stopped and waited for him to enter the vehicle, turning her eyes back to the road casually as though she were nothing more than a chauffeur. 

[color=bc8dbf]"How was your vacation?"[/color]

It was her work voice... the flat-lined monotone monotonous soft flow of words meant to convey nothing and elicit everything... the voice she used when engaging interviews. The voice that allowed no one near. 

[color=bc8dbf]"There's come an opening in sector 2F. I received instructions to initiate the recruitment process. There's been several potentials apply already. I have yet to initiate interviews however. I suspected that you might want to review the applications yourself first."[/color]