Each tap of his knuckles against the wood was like an earthquake tearing through the serenity of her vacation. Her eyes shot open with a start, and for a moment in her groggy confusion she wasn't sure where she was. Her heart was racing and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. The left side of her face ached from the pressure of laying on the hard desk for so long. When she raised her head her skin stuck to the wooden surface, peeling off like a worn bandage and snapping back in place. The papers in her hand crumpled as she put her weight down to help steady herself without even realizing their existence. 

The world worked its way in to focus and before her mind could catch up with why she was in this location, it recognized the location itself as her office. Dizziness rolled through her. Shaking her head, she released her grip on the papers and began to check herself, quickly putting the pieces together... she was in yesterday's clothes... she hadn't gone home last night. The knowledge made her feel sick. Her eyes darted to the clock... 7:36. People would already be arriving for their shifts that started at 8. Her heart sank... Jules always arrived a little early. Her groggy dizziness left her as swiftly as the snow melted when it touched down in the polluted waters of the river. She cleared her throat, shooting up from her chair and trouble shooting what she needed to do... immediately... 10 minutes ago. She moved to the door and opened it just enough to peek out and ensure that the hallway was empty.

When she felt it was safe, she darted to the women's restroom. Once inside she looked over herself quickly. She had to make her outfit different... she had to look fresh. She quickly pulled off and apart the leather wrappings that had served as her top yesterday. There was nothing she could do to change the materials that she was wearing, but perhaps she could make it different enough to fool anyone out of thinking they were the same clothes. She stripped out of her pants and took a minute carefully analyzing the clothing. After dispelling several ideas that came to mind she began wrapping the leather straps between her legs and around her hips, once it covered her crotch she wrapped it around her thighs then up over her bum. Once she got to her hips she tied a bow and had created somewhat questionable, but decently covering leather shorts complete with a front bow accent. She then examined her pants for an extra minute before taking the geometric headdress off and sliding her arms down the legs of the pants with the waist opening folded carefully to her chest. She fastened the headpiece to one side of the pants using the belt loop, then stretched it across her back and fastened it to the other side. The end result was a midriff bearing over-sized backless bubble shirt of sorts. She examined herself in the mirror.  It was certainly a bit more abstract than usual for work, but it was passable. She took a minute to arrange her hair up in to a high, slick pony tail that fountained off the back of her head and poured down her spine. 

A few minutes of checking and adjusting her makeup in the mirror and Ona was as ready as she was going to get without going back to her house. She took a deep breath, staring at herself in the mirror and trying to convince herself that she'd done a good job at disguising her horror of a morning. She gargled some water quickly to clear her breath then set out for the lobby. On her way she stepped in to the break room and grabbed a cup of the stiff, bitter coffee that was offered by the company... at least it would brighten her eyes and cover up any nighttime breath that still lingered. She stepped in to the lobby and glanced at the front desk girl. [color=bc8dbf]"We're ready... go ahead and send in the first, then you can keep them coming one after the other til noon... then we'll start again after lunch."[/color] The girl nodded and looked over at the collection of bodies in chairs that was building in the room. Ona disappeared back down the hallway without waiting for the first on to follow her closely enough to have a conversation. Along the way, she ducked in to the office and grabbed a large stack of folders to take to the interview room. It would be strange that they weren't already there, but she couldn't fix that now.