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The day goes on at the dairy, and Halia focuses her efforts all on what Rhannah has her do. The horse has to admit that she never actually thought of what working at a dairy would entail. Still, the whole experience is proving to be quite energizing. Things start off rather simple enough. The equipment has to be cleaned, and everything needs to be in tip-top shape. "I'm really sorry about this, Halia," Rhannah says. She leans back in her milking station, her teets squeezed with the alternating pump. The cow acts as if this Giger-esque contraption was something most people would be okay with. "But, well, newbies can be a little... overproductive sometime. Halia sighs and rolls up her sleeves, getting the mop and bucket and wheeling it over to the station where the young Beth sits detached from her device and covering her face. "I'm... I'm so sorry! It just slipped out and-" "How's the old saying go??" Halia says, sopping up the spilled milk. "There could be a lot worse that could have happened. Be thankful it's just a little milk." As she rolls the mop bucket back to the cleaning closet, Halia notes how some of the girls have detached much more cleanly. Obviously, the girls would need to take breaks, or else they'd be sucked dry. She watches as the cows gently converse with one another, or just sit and stare wistfully out the window, or other peaceful tasks. Her fingers twitch. Who's looking out for them? What is the security like? Are the keycards enough, are- Her phone buzzes, and she knocks the bucket over into the drain with a jerk. She fumbles for her phone and answers. "Yeah." "Haliah... there's a buzzing going on by tank number 12. I think there are some tools in the closet. Could you tighten things up and see if that won't fix it? The inspector is coming on Thursday, and I'd rather not have to call her today." Haliah drops whatever thought she had brewing in her mind and takes the toolbox and marches on over to the offending device.

She thought that perhaps having some semblance of a chain of command would ease her into the routine. It is the utter strangeness and openness that makes things so oddly anxious. Seeing these cows, these women, all so casually naked, with pumps attached to them, obviously getting off to their daily routine, and yet not letting it get to them... could she ever have that sort of relaxation in her life? She wonders this as she tightens the bolt on the number 12 tank. The thing was surely buzzing something awful, but the tweak got it to work. She runs her hand along the cold steel, letting her palm feel the cool metal and letting the slight hum take her away towards the flow of the sea." She latches onto that memory, perhaps one of the only good ones, and puts the tools away. When heads back, she is knocked right out of her fantasy and back into reality. "Careful there, assistant," coos one of the dairy cows. "You almost tripped that cord!" She's a stockier build than the others, fit and using her time to do a few curls and to work pedals underneath her seat. Fantasy shifts back to reality, whipping her head into this cold dairy room. A moment there, things were hotter, drier, and dangerous. Halia freezes a moment, her heart beating. She clutches at her chest and turns towards the cow. "Yeah? Well, keep your place neat if you don't want people running into your stuff! Can't you just sit back like everyone else around here?" The cow snorts. She's been curling a dumbbell while keeping eye contact upon the horse. "Fat chance. I got to keep myself in tip-top shape. That tube is exactly where it's supposed to be, as per my contract. You need to take a chill pill, filly. I'm just telling you to watch out." "It's in the way! Look, you could hook it right over there, and you can still work out." "Clara, can you please not antagonize your fellow employees?" Rhannah asks from her own station. "It's not very becoming from a champion." Clara clicks her tongue and drops her bell. "Fine, fine. But I can't do it myself, all tied down like this. You want it moved, Halia, you gotta do it yourself." Halia gets down to her knees, undoing the suction on the large cow's udders. The device on this cow is so tight against her, it makes a loud pop when the horse pulls it way. Teets quiver and leak a little milk, which makes the horse shudder slightly. "Something the matter?" Clara asks. "You gonna admire them all day, or are you gonna get moving?" "Maybe I wouldn't have to move if someone knew how to efficiently lead a line." She says and somehow winds up having to pull the milking device around the leg of Clara's station before hooking it over the walkway and back down. She has to lean in this time, becoming face-to-face with Clara, her hands down at the cow's stomach. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," Clara teases. Halia doesn't break eye contact, reattaching the device and making sure she tightens it up just a little bit more than before. Clara grunts, hiding her discomfort through a confident sneer. "Triumph through adversity, filly." Halia stomps off, heading towards the break room, and leaving the girls alone together. "Heh... what's her problem," the Clara says, looking to one of her milk mates. "Clara, can you please not antagonize the new employees?" Rhannah asks, leaning forward, her fingers laced, elbows placed upon the tray in front of her. She rests her chin upon her hands, watching the whole exchange with keen interest. "You might not like what happens if you do." "Oh, yeah, boss?" Clara asks. "She as tough as she looks?" "If my own experience with her is any indication, then, yes she is," Rhannah says, a soft chuckle on her lips. "And I know I am not looking forward to having to work with HR in whatever aftermath the two of you get into."