if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
Tobi glances towards the cabinet that Finn has indicated and nods. "Can I get you anything before you leave Mr. Rosencrantz? A cup of coffee maybe?" She offers before realizing that she doesn't see a coffee pot. Covering this blunder with a smile she turns back to the typewriter. For a moment it looks like the keys are in the wrong order, but just as she focuses on them they rearrange themselves back into the correct order. No, that wasn't right. They always were that way; clearly, she wasn't fully awake yet.
"Uhm—" Despite the fact that yes, there was quite a lot that Tobi thought she needed, she shakes her head and offers Finna as polite and professional a smile as she could manage before sitting down in front of the typewriter. If he was leaving, at least that would give her a chance to get the lay of the land a bit without worrying about his wandering eyes or having to politely field questions of whether or not she'd found a man, or what a girl like her, was doing in the secretarial pool. "No thank you Mr. Rosencrantz. I'll be just fine here on my own."
"Uhm—" Despite the fact that yes, there was quite a lot that Tobi thought she needed, she shakes her head and offers Finna as polite and professional a smile as she could manage before sitting down in front of the typewriter. If he was leaving, at least that would give her a chance to get the lay of the land a bit without worrying about his wandering eyes or having to politely field questions of whether or not she'd found a man, or what a girl like her, was doing in the secretarial pool. "No thank you Mr. Rosencrantz. I'll be just fine here on my own."
October
