Ava looks at you, unimpressed. You had been her assistant for a week, and she thought you as week and boring. Too compliant, followed orders even to her own detriment. No individual will, thought or spine. Good for menial tasks, but not at all suitable for tasks that required more spine.

"Get me a coffee, fast. Medium heat, five minutes of boil. You know the temperature." She ordered, her voice aloof and bored.