Nina wrenched her gaze away from Shae's shoulder holster, though it took her a moment to process what he had said, as the query struggled its way through a flurry of anxieties. To buy time, she twisted off the cap of her beer (being too polite to refuse) and sipped the drink.
"Oh, uhm, kinda, I guess?" she laughed nervously, placing the cap back on the bottle and twisting it around, making a quiet ringing noise, "I was hoping for a job in maintenance; like the animatronics? I know, it's kind of lame. I guess I wanted a job that would use my degree."