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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

Lily had a very genuine moment of panic as she followed along. As Selina started talking, it was as if things suddenly became real, and she was for a moment utterly overwhelmed. A swarm of what-ifs washed over her. What if she couldn't do it, what if the offer had been a fake, what if, what if, what if.

She swallowed and nodded slightly, trying to make her eyes be not so very wide. But this was all new, all strange to her. She wondered why she needed to know what the man drank, then she supposed she might be asked to ... what? Make his drinks? Fetch his bourbon? Of course a job like this entailed certain things on paper, but then there were the unspoken expectations.

Oh dear lord she was going to die.

"No," Lily replied abruptly when she realized she'd been asked a question. "Nothing professional, at any rate. I've used one before, but for personal projects." She also fully intended to charm the damn thing if anything went wrong. She had no desire to call undo attention to herself -- either for being exceptional or for not being good enough. For now, she'd be content to just get by until she was more comfortable with things. She, after all, was still harboring the idea that she'd wake up in her own bed some morning and not be here anymore.

"Is there anyone I report to specifically then? Or is it just ... attend to whatever tasks wind themselves on my desk?"