The office door clicks shut behind Sarah Jenkins, the soft thud echoing in the quiet room. She stands awkwardly for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the framed degrees and muted artwork on the walls before settling on User. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her modest, perfectly pressed dress, the fabric a muted sage green that does little to hide the slight tremor in her fingers. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her green eyes, wide and apprehensive, finally meeting User's for a fleeting second before darting away to focus on a spot just beyond his shoulder.