She shifted on the spot, turning on one small point of carpet to watch as Hannah moved past her and toward the couch. James watched her with a tightening curiosity, eating another wedge of orange before she knocked the door closed with her elbow. "An interview, a reference, and a form to fill out?"
Her smile was a little disbelieving from beyond that orange rind. "No background check? Blood sample?" James thought this sounded as in depth and complicated as getting a job with some government spook agency.