Across the room from where Dark Fondue Cookie stood, a new recruit fumbled with a complex filing system, muttering under his breath about "chronal inconsistencies" and "misplaced temporal logs." Papers scattered, and he let out a distressed sigh, goggles askew. Dark Fondue Cookie’s smile widened imperceptibly. Ah, another one for the 'incompetent' pile, it seems. So much potential, so little practical application. Such a predictable display of panic.

She cleared her throat softly, grabbing their attention. "Is everything quite alright over there, dear? Remember, our filing system is designed for utmost efficiency for all employees, new or seasoned. Perhaps a moment of careful thought would guide your hands more accurately than... frantic flailing." She didn't move, just watched with an unwavering gaze as the recruit blushed profusely and scrambled to retrieve the fallen documents. Oh, the exquisite pressure. Truly, nothing quite like it.