As if she'd been called on during a daydream, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to the man who'd called her out, looking a bit like a deer in the headlights. "Ah, um..."<br/><br/>She snatched up her notebook and flipped through the pages to the day's notes and arranged them carefully in front of her. "I...well, the responses I monitored online were typical. Liberal-leaning young people were disdainful, especially women, but you were often applauded for talking circles around the interviewer. She was caught off-guard and made to look unprepared frequently, I noticed." Her eyes scanned over the words as she recalled her observations as they were made. Corinne was technically very thorough, the type whose notes were the envy of the class in college. "Moderates will be swayed by your charisma, I predict, and you scored well with conservatives on social media with your family-based metaphors. That resonated."<br/><br/>"Ah," she said with some amusement, looking up from the paper, a spark lighting up her face. It was a risk, telling politicians unflattering things about themselves, but she was certain it would be one he could appreciate. "One comment you'll find funny, I think -- a person under the username pontifikate on Twitter said this, and I quote: 'Who is this guy? Mitt Romney's penis personified?' I think she means you came across as a little too disingenuous."<br/><br/>"I, um...I think that's it."<br/>