Still standing in the room, observing the happenings, is Jessie. Scanning, surveying the crowded interior of Giovanni Ferrari's office for what felt like an eternity; a sea of easily forgettable faces drowning each others' voices out in surges of stupidity in one form or another. Finally, appearing in her line of vision was this woman. New, that much was assured. Jessie didn't even so much as know her name, but felt herself drawn to her. Not wanting to show this however, she proceeded to look down at the ground. Content with that, she continued about her business of being the silent witness to all the happenings, writing it down in the notebook she never seems to have very far from her.