The redirection was effective enough. Ona seemed to snap out of whatever mist of imagination had come over her and her eyes snapped to the sub par drink he offered her. She reached out to take it, her eyes catching quickly on her thin long fingers. They were so awkwardly shaped to her... why was she cursed with such malformation. She cleared her throat and took the drink, drawing it in close to her and using it to somewhat shield the view of her hand. 

[color=bc8dbf]"I thought you did some interviews for a maid though... Did you not find one you liked? No offense Jules... but I'd think your standards would be pretty low."[/color]

She looked around as she said it as if to emphasize that really any sort of assistance was better than the current state of things. [color=bc8dbf]"What about one of the janitorial crew from work? They're always looking for work on the side I hear... no one's ever happy enough with the wages the company pays."[/color]

The comment was laced with loathing for the minute pawns of the system, but at the same time they both know it was true. No one working blue collar work could afford any decent quality of life, and the no compete contract prevented them from holding almost any other legitimate employment elsewhere. They were slaves of the system who hastily snatched at any scraps the better off may drop. She picked up her drink and took a sip, her face contorting slightly as the flavor washed over her tongue. She barely kept from choking on it. Her sense of taste was always so much more sensitive when she'd not eaten for several days. The lemon water inundated her system and made it susceptible to shock at the slightest of changes. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh... what about what's her name... mmm... Marina... no Marianna that's it. The girl that does the cleaning for the administrators. She's someone's daughter. I don't remember who, but she's only twelve or thirteen, so she can't work yet anyways. I hear she's good though.[/color]