Chuckling, Madison scratched her neck softly. He had a point in that she had listened to a lot of things she couldn't reply to for fear of losing her job, and that grated on her like anything would. But at least she didn't have to fake facial expressions unless her supervisor was around, and that gave her a certain kind of comfort. At some point, she could tune out the bullshit, go through the script, get the job done. Jim's question caught her out of the left field, and Madison paused, mouth slightly open as she thought about it.
"I'm not sure. I think I like it there, believe it or not. Even with the heinous asinine crap I get to put up with, at least I don't have to look at people. Makes me more detached, makes them less real." She shrugged. Then he added 'if she could be anything', and Madison realized she wasn't sure about that, either. But normal people had aspirations, right? Things they liked to dream about uselessly, that would never happen anyway. In trying to come up with one, Madison paused to have some more food. Answers were not forthcoming. "I don't think I've thought enough about it. It's like what anyone says, isn't it, if they could do anything they'd do nothing at all and be rich I guess. What about you? Anything else you'd like to do, or is this the ultimate?"