Michael: *Slowly shakes his head* I’m sorry sir, but we can’t help you with that. You’re going to need to file a complaint with the company. Maybe that will help you get your old job back. *the clerk sits back down at his desk and begins to speedily type on his computer, intending to catch up with his work*
Noemi: Sephiroth, please. *gives him as pittiful and wanting of a look as she can manage* I’d really like for you to tell me. It’s always more comforting for a dear friend to tell me such things than to read them. Please.