A few seconds in to the woman's rant Ona began to gravely regret having thrown out Jules' gift. Transfers were always scrutinized more deeply, and this woman obviously had practiced what to say, but Ona found herself having a hard time staying focused against the monotone drone of her voice. She imagined being at home... taking a hot shower, and crawling in to her bed for the next several days while pretending like she no longer existed to the outside world. Jules' voice snapped her out of it, and for a moment she cleared her throat and straightened up a little more in her seat. This was her job, and she needed to be perfect at it. Her reviews depended on making the correct choices. 

When Jules prompted her questioning Ona's eyes narrowed briefly. One side of her wanted to ignore his suggestions. He didn't bother to put the little girl against those same standards. Clearly he was nit picking this woman because she wasn't attractive. At the same time, it was his job to direct her currently. Perhaps he saw something that she wasn't remembering at this moment. She'd gone through so many files last night, they all were somewhat blurred together. She cleared her throat again, pushing a small smirk to her lips as she held up her hand for the woman to pause. [color=8493ca]"I apologize Ms. Nalluen, but in the interest of time... Can you remind me... are you married? Do you have kids? Tell me a little about your home life." [/color]

It wasn't the warmest way to move the interview forward, but they only had another 5 minutes or so before the front desk girl would be sending the next body their way. In Ona's anger she'd set them a rather grueling schedule for the day. It was her own way of numbing herself really. It gave her no time to think about anything else.