Daniela hated sitting at the desk in the security office. Though she was on an evenly distributed rotation with everyone else in her department, when it came time for her turn, she always felt it was the equivalent of banishing a woman to the kitchen to make cupcakes and then the bedroom to make babies right after. In her opinion, this wasn't real work, it was busy work. And even as busy work, it pretty much failed because she was never ever busy. After all, most of the time, the action was out among the idiots, where people peed in elevators and drowned each other in pools and set their damn garbage cans on fire. And in here, on her own, Daniela felt that she wasted countless hours that could have been spent looking for wrongdoing instead of waiting for someone to bring it to her.
Therefore, when Pip and his entourage arrived at the security office on Friday morning, she didn't want to give them her full attention. She had seen Pip's writings in his journal and she thought he was kind of a drama queen, and she figured he was coming down here to report something that she couldn't do anything about. And it didn't make her any more inclined to pay attention when she noticed that Pip was accompanied by her ever-present, ever-burdensome biological son. Another little wimp, he was, hiding behind Daddy's money and a dopey smile. No, she wasn't in the mood for their bullshit.
Sighing as they entered the room, she clicked her mouse a few times to close some documents she had been working on, and stood to greet her visitors. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that perhaps this one time they meant business. "Russians with guns?" she repeated, wondering if this was something she should have heard about. That was another disadvantage of office duty - she never got any news about what went on outside of it until it was too late. "You can talk to me about anything involving guns." She tried not to sound too flippant or excited, but she couldn't help herself. This was better than a garbage can fire, and it might actually get her out into the ship and away from this desk. "Did someone pull a gun on one of you?" she asked, flipping open a notebook to begin taking down statements.