It took her a moment to realize the girl with the...really big bump in the head was a waitress, because really, she shouldn't be..."Nooooooo", said as she approached Chance, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders and giving her a gentle push towards one of the chairs, a worried expression on her face. "You shouldn't be working on that state!" What if she had had a concussion? Or if she could have one if she overworked herself? She didn't want to be anyone's Cause Of Death anytime soon.
"L-look, I just c-c-came asking for a j-job", started, her stutter making things a little harder; she didn't feel good being bossy and demanding things. "B-but if nobody else can at-attend me..." Well, she had tried right? Nobody could blame her if she just flew like the scaredy little bird she was...right? "I-I'm not that good anyway..." She srted walking away by the time she was mining her own credibility. Way to go, Billie.