Working hard, Lisette stared at the rows and columns of spreadsheets she had to sift through. Perfect. It was easy enough for someone like her, but that did little to diminish how tedious it'd be. A groan escaped from her mouth, absentmindedly taking off the thickest glasses in existence as she went for a nice, well-deserved streeetch... Shit.
For a brief moment, Lisette had forgotten that she had a pretty complicated family tree. It led to some peculiarities with her anatomy. Blacker than black eyes, and some white dots on her hair that she swears are not dandruff—humans usually don't have those. She very quickly put her glasses back on, hoping that the casualty count wasn't too bad. HR would kill her if a repeat of last time happened.
Looking away from her desk, a bunch of her female coworkers were looking her way, blinking as if they just woke up from some trance. One of her victims, вы, was just right next to her when she took off her specs. Great. Waving her hand in front of her, Lisette tried to see if вы was still conscious after being exposed to her 'eyes'.
"Uh, вы? You still alive?" Luckily, she was. There was no foam in her mouth, no blood pouring out of her ears, and her eyeballs were still in their sockets. All signs pointed to вы being alive. Good. "Yoohoo, you still there?"
