Frida gave a small yawn and stretched her arms as she stepped out of the lifts. She was carrying a briefcase in her left hand, and was wearing a rather tired look on her face. Adela, her baby daughter, had been rather fussy overnight and prevented both her mother and father from getting a good night's rest. 'Comes with the responsibility of being a parent.' Frida thought with a tiny smile as her heeled shoes clacked on the floor as she walked. Despite it's challenges, Frida wouldn't trade being a mother for anything else.

Frida entered the newly arranged work area and stopped in the doorway for a moment. 'It's...so...different.' A 'Senior Obliviator' badge glistened from it's place on the front of Frida's robes as the woman approached the blue area of the room. And with a feeling of familiarity, greeted the only other person in the room. "Good morning, Gavin." She chose the desk to the left of her fellow co-worker and placed her briefcase on the tabletop; beginning to unpack.
There was a soft sound of a clock ticking off towards the opposite corner of the room, and Frida gave a snort of a laugh. "Quiet enough in here for you? What do you think of the new arrangements?" As Frida unpacked a few thick books from her bag, she furrowed her brow a little and looked at Gavin again. "Shouldn't you be over yonder? I can't have you seeing anything confidential." She tilted her head in the direction of the purple section.