Definitely interested.

[i]Shannon's desk was anything but revealing. She could glean little from its contents, save that there may at some point be a situation in which she would need a combat knife, a single Converse hi-top, a keychain flashlight, a half eaten Nutri-Grain bar, a butane blowtorch, a big red stapler, a ski mask, a collection of multicolored sandwich baggies, two different pills, a packet of cigarette papers, and a leather dog collar all at the same time. 

She looked over her resume again. Nope, no clues [/i]