Yup, she definitely noticed the occasional glances from that handsome Ezra man sitting next to her and couldn't help but to be pleased. She was a beauty now wasn't she. Of course he couldn't help looking over-- not like she wasn't doing the same. Ahem. And on that note, Tiffany snapped her attention back to her stationary. She did not chase. What the heck did she think she was doing!?

With her sorta full attention back on her patterned stationary, and the current notes doodles she was tracing around with her quill, she hardly even registered what that Mr. McMillan guy even suggested. It wasn't that she was a bad listener. Just -erm- more selective about the things that caught her attention. Riiiighhht. So when her name was mentioned she most certainly lifted her head straight up, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her silver dangly earrings. She had bought them last week and even made sure they were extra sparkly just for the occasion.

But uh, what exactly was she taking initiative for? And.... With that Mr. McMillan man, whom she had never really formally introduced herself to come to think of it? She couldn't let anyone know she was off her game though, so of course she flashed Mr. Isaacs a huge, pearly white smile and nodded politely. "I'd love to help," and then smiled at Mr. McMillan in turn as well.

She just had to figure out what the heck she was helping with, but hopefully that wouldn't really be a problem. And on that note, she actually scribbled down a real note this time around that said something like 'Uh, ask Mr. McMillan guy about the initiative or whatever and if skirts would be appropriate attire for the job???'