After her fight with Torque and the crying that still freaked her out, Remy decided to stay inside and curl up on her couch with old movies and Mati. Being largely quiet, lethargic and unlike herself at all, she had invoked the worry of her Aunt who forced her to eat something, even with all the whining.
Sitting at the table, she picked up a news paper and flipped through it idly, not really reading anything at all. An ad for a focus group caught her eye though. 'Hm, free things. I like free things.' Remy thought to herself as she reached out for the phone. It sounded a little ambiguous as to what it was for, but she doubted someone would try kill a mass amount of people through an ad in the paper. But you never know.
"Um, hey, My name is Remy Wolfe. I just seen your ad in the paper and was hoping to apply or something anyway you can reach me at..." Remy left her cell number and clicked the phone off. Maybe it was something fun, something that would make her stop fucking moping. It was making her sick.