Ona accepted her excusal with the same apathy with which he returned to his work. She nodded briefly and was up and out of his office before he'd gotten the chance to narrow the results to Elliot. With a decided stiffness, still rigid from her experience she passed the distracted desk clerk without bothering to acknowledge the airhead. She proceeded directly back to the interview room, as though even the smallest detour would set off another spike on her charts that would alert the bosses. In reality, her charts were probably spiking already as she tried to think of how to reverse an upward trend that the bosses saw as problematic. 

When she entered, she was still in a bit of a trance that resulted in her scowl at Jules' bad habit being delayed. [color=a187be]"If they're looking at me... they're probably looking at you too. Do you have to do that today?" [/color] She groaned, but let it go at that, proceeding to the stack of files to remind herself of who was next. The rest of the day was a blur. Ona conducted her duties like a programmed robot unable to disobey an order. During lunch, she remained in the observation room to "keep herself from getting distracted". Even Ona was allowed bad days now and then, but today seemed particularly difficult for her. Despite her issues, she pressed on without any further outbursts or issues. When the interviews were done and it was time to clock out, Ona was unusually prepared to leave. Rather than staying to re-organize the files or review the notes they'd made on each interviewee, she simply gathered her things and prepared to leave. She gave Jules a cordial farewell that was unbecoming to their usual closer relationship, and excused herself. 

Once she was home, She stripped herself of her two day old clothing and makeup and stood in the steaming water of the shower for nearly an hour. Somewhere in the back of her head, her mind bothered her with the memory that she'd not eaten anything in two days now... and that this fact was considered unhealthy. Still, her stomach felt like a hole punched straight through her body, and she'd trained herself out of an appetite long ago. Instead of eating anything real, she settled for sipping at warm broth soup while reading the most recent fashion magazine she'd received, and putting herself to bed early. Tomorrow, she needed to exhibit lower levels of stress... the bosses demanded it.