Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.

Ya Need Ta Get a Handle on Yourself!

"I have the perfect candidate to be your handler." Monty looked up at Mr. Smith, surprised. Someone wanted to be his handler? So far it was just an occasional day when Jay finished work early, and she mostly followed him around and kept track of time.

"Really? Ya think someone would wanna work with me?" He raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

Mr. Smith grinned, pulling out a few papers as he sat beside Monty on his couch. They were kids drawings, which were directed to him... and Jay. They depicted him and his friend, as well as the kids.

Oh. He wants Jay to be my handler. He raised an eyebrow at Mr. Smith. Had he talked to her yet? The girl was a walking mess of anxiety, not to mention she lacked a good chunk of social awareness.

"I'm waiting to ask her until you've approved. So far you haven't had any applications-" ouch- "but she works so well with you and the kids! They made drawings with her! Mike said one day a kid came up to him and asked where "Ms. Jay" was!" Mr. Smith smiled up at Monty.

He wasn't wrong, by any means. Jay admitted she liked working with him one day, when she had stayed back late to show Mr. Smith and Charlotte something. She also admitted to fearing children in the same breath, however.

"I love working with you, but children are terrifying. Who knows where they've been? Plus, they're brutal!"

"She's scared o' kids. Also, she's anxious about... well, everythin'." Monty spoke, eyebrows raising to accentuate his point. Mr. Smith smiled.

"Which is exactly why she would be near you! I've read her explanation on her anxiety, being near familiar people or in familiar places helps her be calm. She won't be required to interact with guests, either, and she would have access to breaks." Mr. Smith explained. Monty nodded. That... could work. It definitely could.

"If she's alright with it, so am I." He shrugged.

Mr. Smith smiled, putting away the drawings. He gave Monty a paper, and at first glance he could tell it was Jay's explanation of her anxiety. That could come in handy.

"I wasn't supposed to hear that, was I?" Jay said awkwardly from the doorway. The two men whipped their heads to her, and she shrunk in on herself a bit. Mr. Smith smiled at her.

"No, but it saves us some time! Would you be interested?" Mr. Smith stood from where he had sat beside Monty on his couch.

Jay stayed silent for a moment, blinking at him owlishly. She looked between them for a moment, before taking a breath.

"I have questions. But maybe." Mr. Smith smiled in victory, as if he had already gotten her to agree. Which, that might as well have been an agreement from Jay. If there was one thing she had perfected, it was saying no when pushed.

Monty had made that mistake a couple times. Trying to persuade her into things, only for the usually meek girl to suddenly stamp her foot down, scowl, and firmly say no while asking why he was pressuring her. He backed off after that.

Maybe he would be getting a handler after all. And he didn't doubt that she could do it well once she got out of her shell. And once she stopped caring about pleasing the total idiots that sometimes came along.