Within just a few days, Emilie had managed to find the opening to 'assist' she'd been looking for. After using the library's computer, she looked up the website to the school and found out they have a handful of student faculty openings, ranging from ten to twenty hours a week depending on your class schedules and free time. Her exceptionally lax school schedule of 'photography' and college level math (which she knew she was doomed to flunk even if Victor or the University didn't) meant she had more than enough time to work twenty hours while Victor was off doing his likely fuller schedule of... whatever the hell it was he was doing. She hadn't bothered to ask because she guessed she'd already known. If it wasn't related to theater or some form of performing arts or gymnastics, then he'd gotten it into his head to get himself on the teams. Though maybe she'd surprise him. Perhaps he was the next Bob Newhart, a brain capable of handling numbers and acting... Probably not.
She didn't think she should put herself in a place where she was to be depended on, not with her uncontrollable disappearing act. So she took on the job where no one's life would be ruined if she didn't show up for work one day (or any susequent days there-after). She took up a job in the cafeteria as a kitchen hand. For starts, they had her working from after lunch and through dinner, letting her go near the end of the dinner shift so she could feed herself as well. Clad in a Polo shirt with the school's logo embroidered into the breast and a pair of Khakis, the little redhead came out of the back carrying a stack of freshly cleaned trays to set at the end of the line for students to snag up.
with out all of her trappings, Emilie looked practically normal. It was her last responsibility for before clocking out. Humming as she moved towards her destination, her body language went from a skipping motion to a dancing one, and singing under her breath. As she made it to where she was going it was getting progressively hammier, until other students could hear her.
"Something in your eyes is making such a fool of me, When you hold me in your arms you love me till I just can't see-" Making it to where she was supposed to be, she blurted out " Borderliiiinnnneee!" at the next student in line. " You just keep on pushing my love, over the borderline!"