Van jotted down a few notes on Stroma's application as she talked. She had a confident, chipper personality that wasn't off-putting... she played gigs so that probably meant she was a self-starter... However, his stoic, neutral expression remained plastered on.

"You're from Scotland, then? Does that mean you have family here that you wanted to be closer to...?"

The talk was mostly just a pleasantry, to make her sweat a little more. The other applicants for the waitstaff position had either been overcome by awe and nervousness, or downright irritating in thinking they were entitled to the job at such a cushy restaurant. She was the most tolerable one by far while at the same time seeming that she could handle such a job, since she'd done bar-tending before.