It was Ms, really, but Audra would take anything that wasn't Mrs or the dreaded ma'am. She'd stabbed the last person who'd called her ma'am. Literally, in the employee parking lot of the Meijer after the offending cashier's shift. Granted, that had been a few years ago, and she'd been in a particularly bad mood, but really. She didn't look anywhere near old enough to be a ma'am. She watched him thinking before he answered, wondering if he knew just how much of his inner turmoil he telegraphed with his body language. It was unusual for a were, which made her think that whatever sort of kitty he was, he was new to it. Born weres, growing up with their animal sides, were usually much more controlled when it came to little tics.
"Working from home isn't always all it's cracked up to be," Audra cautioned. She'd know; she did plenty of it when she didn't feel like making an appearance at the paper. "It can be isolating and easy to form bad work habits. Or not work at all, with all the distractions." Was that the source of the hint of envy she could sense on him? Grass was always greener, and all that. Question was, who had what he wanted and was it worth the effort to play with it? She sipped her coffee, smiled genially at him. "Call me Audra. Langston, isn't it?" She tried to know everyone she worked with. Helped with opportunities when she got bored and wanted to play. "Just in early to prep some shows. Long day today?"