The dual click of footsteps on the sterile looking floor echoed as the two women made their way silently down the hall.  Ona opened a door and held it, waiting for the girl to catch up and quickly slip inside. The room was blank, stark and unmemorable save for the stainless steel table in its center.  There was a single chair on either side and Ona waved her free hand towards the chair in the back. The girl sat down quickly, silently cowering as though she was about to be interrogated for murder. It was the first time Ona took a good look at her... young,  just barely legal to work. Probably her first job. Thin, but not as thin as Ona, and taller than Ona naturally. Her hair and eyes were brown, her face common. She was perhaps one of the least memorable people Ona had ever seen.

Ona stepped out and closed the door, leaving the girl alone momentarily. She stepped to the observation room and opened the door to find Jules waiting inside. Ona shot Jules a quick glance that was a little slow to soften and brighten in to a smile. It didn't look mean or angry, just slow to the punch... like her mind was occupied. The layer of makeup on her face was a little thicker than usual leaving her smile sticky and creased. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh good morning Jules... thank you... that's so sweet of you. [/color] 

She set the folders on the table in front of him and adjusted the bottom of her blouse to ensure that she wasn't accidentally exposing herself. [color=bc8dbf]"The front desk girl was late this morning... I had to wait for her to get everyone checked in. Probably cost us half an hour." [/color] She put as much of a fake growl in her voice as she could muster, not wanting anyone to take it too seriously and actually be mad at the girl who most likely wasn't actually late or in the wrong. She pulled the first file off the stack, sliding it over to Jules before flicking open the cover. [color=bc8dbf]"Would you like to lead the first one, or shall I get us started?"[/color]