"Oh, oui, I appreciate them as well, I simply find my job a bit stressful at times is all." Cerise glanced up as the doors to the lift opened; a few memos flew out and a few more flew in, but no people, and the lift continued upwards. At his question, she met his eyes, and replied tentatively, "I Saw it. I am a Seer, I work in the Department of Mysteries." Inwardly, she braced almost automatically for the disbelief that usually followed this sentence. It didn't affect her as much as it affected others in her field; she was used to it, yes, but she had always been a very calm person.