Upset might be a strong word, but only in the way that anything would be a strong word. It doesn't really matter, in the end. Once she had it, she realized it wasn't really what she wanted anyway. It was probably just a matter of time before it turned out like this. The facts and figures are little more than abstract, colorful patterns when you start to rearrange them. They're just jibberish.

"Something to remember them by," she says, dry and maybe a bit forcefully nonchalant.

Gaby's words make her slow and then stop her paper-folding, watching the woman with wary eyes. You don't know me, her first gut response, she bites back. This woman is more than just that weird feeling she's getting -- she's sharp and observant. The last thing Effy needs, or wants, to do is give herself away completely.

Being analyzed like that -- read like an open book. It's disturbing.

"I know, it's devastating," she says in the end, voice dripping with sarcasm. "How shall I ever fulfill my dreams of being a desk girl now?"

Maybe she did care, a little. It's not nearly as much as she cares about being scrutinized like this.