Emmitt shook her. “Being an Agent is so overrated. Become a doctor like me.”
“If only medical books weren’t so boring, I’d consider.” Jioni jokingly swatted his hand off her shoulder.
She stood up and headed for the door—Jioni lost her balance while holding the floor and pushing herself upward; she straightened her flannel, then held onto the handle, she sighed—paused at the exit—Jioni hit her forehead on the door once and groaned.
“You know, they aren’t that boring. More fun than pacing around the city like an android,” Emmitt interjected.
“Not true. Anyways thanks for the help,” Jioni said. She opened the door and peeked outside.
