'Poor, unlucky girl', meet 'poor, unlucky boy'. Like Jennifer, the teenager that awkwardly drops into the chair across from her is a newbie, one who similarly found the task of one on one interactions with strangers overwhelming for him at the best of times. Before he even managed to speak up he was practically crackling with nervous energy, twitchy and unable to sit still in the chair.

"Um, hi. Were you forced into this, too? I mean, obviously, you're not-," he gestures to some of the paid staff among their numbers, "cuz..." And then gestures at her New Hire jumpsuit, before pulling at the collar of his own; a silent 'we match'.

"Is this something they do a lot here? Forcing us to mingle on their terms?"