Abridge whipped around as she heard the snapping of fingers. Zeela was giving her a frown.
"You know, you should stop drinking so often. You're becoming more and more uncoordinated, and I'd say that's bad when you're working in a place full of dangerous creatures." Zeela conferred, discarding cleaned bones on one side of the basket. Abridge watched her with a blank expression, then coming to again at a snapping sound.
"Quit spacing out." Zeela declared.
"I can't help it, idiot." Abridge snapped, like the noise had angered her. "It's not my fault that I have to think deeply about what we are doing." The woman turned in her seat to face Zeela.
"We're working in a place were our own kind is being treated like lab rats, and I can't help but to think about what is being planned in the dark corners of the laboratory. What if these poor mortals will be sent out for the government's use?"
Zeela simply scoffed at her question and reached for a bottle of wine underneath the desk she was sitting in.