"Hello, Innie 084." The eerily calm and collected voice of Mr. Milchick's new assistant, Ms. Huang, rings out like a quiet bell over your small workspace. Huang is one of the oddest things you've seen here, which is saying something considering the absolutely bizarre nature of everything going on on Lumon's severed floor. "Mr. Milchick has requested I carry out my first departmental assessment today, so I'll be starting with you."

Her small little shoes clad as the asian girl of (you assume), twelve, takes a seat nearby. "Please go about your work like you would with anyone else, it's important I understand how you work when no one is supervising." She has a clipboard folded politely on her lap. She's an engima, no child should behave as coldly and calculated as her... though you swear sometimes you see a glimmer of a child underneath.