Iona took few things personally. True, it was because she simply didn't relate to most people on that kind of level, but if someone gave her a critique of her appearance, Iona simply evaluated whether it was advice worth taking before moving on.
Having quickly siphoned up as much ink as possible and replacing the quill from her hair onto her desk, Iona stood up and quickly transfigured her robes into a darker shade, looking much tidier than she did before. The transformation was completed by her undoing the tightly wound bun and fluffing out her hair, resembling a blonde power dresser as she came around her desk to exit the cubicle.
"Oh, very much so" Iona replied, her seeming monotone reflecting her generally honest state. "I've had a lot of objects to analyse. I find forensics to be intellectually fulfilling, but frustrating when findings aren't always explored fully. You?" she enquired of her friend, barely pausing for breath in her typical manner.