she looked at them with a petulant child look, but she was all grown up

and given a job with people who reminded her of her parents

whom she didn't entirely agree with

but did the job in an automatic functionality of performance

based on the only knowledge she had:

that of listening with an obstinate authenticity 

lacking in any sort of enthusiasm

as though her thoughts that she possible knew better (but did not)

were hard to keep from her face

if she tried at all.