As abruptly as Ona had assessed the awkwardness of his personal appearance, she likewise switched into work mode and completely ignored all that was just as usual for Jules in order to ensure that the quality of her work was absolute perfection. Unlike his lazy, haphazard page turning, Ona was engaged in the tedious task of searching each shred of flatted tree pulp and lasered ink for pertinent information that would result in adjustments of her ratings of the interviewee's behavior. The slightest twitch of an eye noted, the most minor of pause could indicate an issue of concern. Once in this mode, the world around Ona tended to be completely blacked out. She lost all awareness of her body's needs, of natural social ques or attempts at banter and communication from others, of the discomfort of her own excessive outfitting. There was nothing else that was important in the entire universe except the file that she was working on at that moment.

When Jules interrupted her, it took a second for her to snap out of it and look up. She'd all but forgotten about the hideous shirt and tie combo that was now staring down upon her. Gazing at it again somehow made her question her own appearance and on of her hands moved to run down her waist as though smoothing out the material, ultimately reassuring her that she was still perfect, still beautiful. [color=bc8dbf] "E. Taylor?... Uhh... I guess. Why? Is something wrong?" [/color] She furrowed her brow, unable to recall immediately the face that belonged to the file he was requesting. Perhaps this was someone that he interviewed when she was gone. If that was the case though, wouldn't a fresh set of eyes be good for the review?