Tristan watched Sienna trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture and shrugged. "Well, maybe it's a good thing. It can be quite boring to be so...straight..." eh, for the lack of words, he chose that one "Dunno, it looks good to me." he gave Sienna a smile, and started to flick through the book.

Yeah, GeeGee. The woman reminded Tristan too much of someone he knew, he didn't want to think of her too much. People were different, wether they could help it or not. It wasn't their fault. He learnt that a long time ago.
"Hopefully we can all manage to get along," Tristan chuckled, getting himself to stop pondering "...and not get in the way of that woman that likes to clean!" Should there be some restriction on her? What if she went on a rampage? All their work in a bin just becuse the lady saw them as dirty... Ugh.

The book get lost? No that wouldn't happen, not deliberately anyways. Tristan gave Sienna a small crooked smile. It might not matter too much to the managing editor but it did to Tristan. Every token that someone had given him throughout his lifetime, wether it was a quill from a professor or a ring from his grandfather, he had kept safe - because to Tristan it was important. "Just how many copies do you have?" he smirked as he flipped a page about colors.