Rigid. That was the word Mina had been searching for to describe this woman. Very, very rigid. Not that it was a bad thing. The position doubtlessly called for such a personality. Mina didn't envy it, not at all. She had never had aspirations to positions of authority. They were given to her, from time to time, but never sought.

She shrugged again. "I'm a medic. I'm being hired to clean up the mess afterwards, not to judge."

Mina bridged her fingers again, glancing down at her rings. She was feeling just miserable now. Mina hated feeling miserable. She worked so hard to cultivate a certain image for herself; carefree, frivolous, dare she say it, pointless. Baedal would not allow her the luxury of playing pretend. Her feelings were dangerously close to the surface now. She felt lonely and overwhelmed and just...raw.

Well. No matter.

"Is there anything else you need to know?"