[Jan's thoroughly distracted from either the strangeness of the person she's talking to, or the formality of his typed speech, by the sudden stab of indignant betrayal that the simple word "construction" rouses in her. how dare they have a construction section and not put her there, in her natural element?! (they probably didn't know what she was good at, but details...)

god, she could've been actually being useful these last few days, at something she was good at! something besides this endless out-of-place quiet bullshit, staring around corners in case she did something wrong! what gives?!]

there's a CONSTRUCTION and they didnt let me in on it?? BASTARDS
u gotta tell me how they do it w/out noise! im losing my mind over here!!

[...oh, right. he'd asked her a question, and little as she cares about the answer, she should reply...]

and i dont know. corn?? i was just goign to try to get that mister unclogged

[the defective irrigation equipment was the one thing in the converted greenhouse that she'd actually felt qualified to do something about.]