"All right, Mister…" She looked down at the application and noticed the name (Sloppily written in to begin with.) had bled out with whatever liquid (She really hopped it was coffee.) had been spilled on it, so she just left it at Mister. "Please have a seat. Dr. Stantz and Dr. Spengler have already looked over your resume, and everything seems to be in order so far."
She glanced back up at the new applicant - a sandy-headed boy (she couldn't quite think of him as a man) of about twenty, maybe, who looked more than a little like Ray. He had Ray's soft face and long upper lip. In fact, he seemed only to lack Ray's deep-set eyes and ever-present, effervescent enthusiasm. At the moment, he looked downright terrified.
"Don't worry, this is gonna be pretty painless. Lucky for you 'fearless leader' Venkman" (The the quotation marks were audible in her tone) "only ever thought up one interview question for this place." She picked up a single piece of yellow paper from the desk in front of her and snapped it so it stood, rigid, in her hand. She read: "Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?"
She looked at him with expectation, but the kid was apparently trying to recover from how quickly she had managed to rattle the list off in those flat tones of hers. He cleared his throat lightly, inhaled deeply as if to relax himself, and then raised a finger hesitantly.
"You don't talk much, do you?" She interrupted, just as he was ready to reply. He's a little slow on the uptake, but it's not like we're looking for a brain trust. Poor kid. "Well, if you're here, I know you know what we do. We got actual name recognition now. So I'm just going to assume, for simplicity's sake, that either the answer to all of that was yes, or you're just here on a dare. If it's the former, you've got the job. If it's the latter… you won't keep it very long."
She gave him a tight little smile sympathetic smile. "Congratulations, and welcome to the team."
The boy's finger drooped slightly, and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth again, this time in an attempt to thank her, but he was cut off again when she turned in her seat and shouted up the stairs.
"RAAAAY, WE GOT A NEW ROOKIE!"