Anna swings her legs absently, perched on the side of the desk. It’s high enough up that her feet don’t brush the floor, shiny and dark wood that makes her wish she wasn’t opposed to wearing socks (not that she never wears them, but if she has the choice between socks, shoes, and bare feet, she’s totally picking the latter option), because she thinks that with socks on she could slide across it just perfectly. And she’s getting bored enough that if it were possible, she’d totally do it, too, because offices are sort of boring. Even more so is being all alone in here, with no one to talk to. And there’s very little to actually play with.
She’s been here almost two weeks now, and it started out sort of awkward, to be honest. Mostly the awkwardness was the not knowing if it was going to be awkward, but then it turned out that it wasn’t going to be, for the most part. Sure, some moments, usually where she says something stupid or brings up something that happened during the gap between Then and Now, it gets a little tense, but she’s doing her best to avoid causing that, and she’s pretty sure Aaron is, too. The introduction to Cassie had also started out awkward (at least on her own end; she’s reasonably sure Cassie is completely unflappable), but it turns out that Cassie’s pretty cool. So that’s a relief.
Anna’s reasonably sure they still don’t fully trust her, though, not enough for doing anything important. And, okay, she’s trying to pretend that doesn’t bother her, but - desk duty? Really? It's not that she'd mind doing this, in theory, it's just... she's so not the type of person they want sitting here waiting for someone to come walking in out of the quickly-darkening streets. She's not the best with her words, for one thing, let alone her patience level for sitting around waiting for anything. And who knows who’s even going to walk in here, anyway? What if it's a vampire or someone bent on killing them? She's not exactly their best defense, and might not even know if it's a vampire or not or if there's danger, and she’s reasonably sure she’s going to screw this up, possibly even fatally.
And there it is, the little voice saying run, get out while you're still alive - and she drops off the desk, pacing and trying to ignore it. She won’t listen - she doesn’t even want to, not really. It’s just habit, it’s just what her brain does when she gets scared, and she knows that, but that doesn’t help, and she really, really needs some coffee right now, and maybe some shiny things to play with, something distracting.
She settles for sitting on the floor behind the desk picking up bits of paper that seem to have fallen - little circles, hole-punch debris - and sliding them around on the smooth wood to make pictures. A flower. A smiley-face. Absently she adds fangs, and then makes a face at it. Stupid vampires. She swipes her hand across the smiling vampire-face, and it’s gone, just a little pile of paper dots scattered on the floor again. Too bad it’s not that easy, killing the real thing…
The bell over the door jingles, and she sits up on her knees, peeking over the desk at the new arrival. “Uh, hi!” Bright as possible, flashing a smile, she bounces to her feet, “Um.” And she tries to remember what she’s supposed to say when new people come in, but she can’t remember, so she settles on “Can I help you?”