It was too early for this crap.

Hestia turned around and saw a sight that nearly made her wince. Elphais was not a pleasant sight. He looked like he had gotten his lips glued to a beer tap and then, when he finally got them unglued, proceeded to get run over by a bus. Or just neglected to understand what a razor was for. In any case, he was not a pleasant sight to see early in the morning before she had downed her first (and last) cup of coffee. In all honesty, he seemed more like someone that she would be called upon to question than someone who was supposed to have the mental awareness to do the questioning. But she was not the type of person to verbally criticize her coworkers, especially since she was brand new and straight out of auror school. Who knew? Maybe the man was a damn genius with one hell of a drinking problem.

"Interrogator? You?"

She had expected that kind of reaction. She was shorter than average height, not fat (which therefore meant that she seemed small, though she was rather solid, as far as frames went), and had the wide, innocent eyes of a child. What was threatening about her? Nothing. She didn't expect to be threatening. She expected to be persuasive and effective. Just because she couldn't loom over someone and growl in their face and scare the living daylights out of them didn't mean she couldn't get someone to talk. She could go from pleasant to poison in a second, blessed with the female tendency to trade one mood in for another without batting an eyelash. She didn't expect people to trust in her ability, but honestly. She wanted to smack Elphais in the face. Or maybe punch him in the nose...really hard.

But they were in an office, she was new, and she intended to be the bigger person. Even if she was, in fact, the smaller person.

"Good morning," she said, with a sarcastic kind of cheer and a mocking kind of smile.

Good morning, you look like you could use some happy pills and a swift kick to the balls.

"Did you need something, or did you just feel like making a short joke and going on your merry way?" She asked, still smiling.

And mentally bludgeoning him to death with a stapler.