She shrugged at the question, flipping to a new page on her notepad and sipping at her coffee before writing out her response. She could write at almost the same speed that most people spoke, and that was in longhand. She could write shorthand, but most people couldn't read that these days: It's a job. At least they don't discriminate here since I can't talk. I'm good with data entry, kind of makes me feel like a workerbee, or a cog in a machine, just doing my part to keep the whole thing going.