"You're being offered a job, what are you complaining about?" snapped a woman leaning against the wall. She brushed the grime that stuck to her leather jacked and jeans as she pushed away from the wall. "You knew what kind of place this is. You shouldn't have come if it wasn't up to your standards," she said with loathing saturating her words. The light showed a glimpse of her black hair, and piercing blue eyes, but her other features were hidden by a scarf.