"You're too high to have to worry about the lower floor drama. See, 201 loves to blast her music and can only be reasoned with via food. 308 suggest earplugs to cope with his music, but would like complete silence during the night and earlier morning. Then there's 303 and 301, who have already engaged in 'loud-offs' and will probably do so again." She managed to keep a relatively straight face until the end, laughing at how absurd it sounded. "And then there's me, more of a spectator than anything. At least it saves me from having to buy a radio."
Sarah took another sip of coffee, shaking her head. "The hand shaking and breakfasts are all a part of something bigger, though. They're like... stepping stones. It might seem slow and pointless, but eventually they lead somewhere. My job isn't like that." She pulled a face. "I'm not saying it's pointless, just different." Admittedly, working in a greenhouse likely wasn't half as stressful as dealing with politicians. "There must be something you to do unwind, right? A way to blow off steam?"