This is an eerie place

I can't figure this place out. It's very, very quiet. But everyone is already back from lunch. I get this feeling that my supervisor is either not very talkative or that I annoy her, like she'll like me more when I actually know where the paperclips are around here. Wouldn't you find it endearing to have some bright young thing chasing you around with questions, terrified for her life as she knows it to make one little slip?

"It says here on your instructions to make 36 copies. Does that mean I should make 36 copies?"

"Something is missing I think. Should I look for it?"

Yeah, I'm going to assume I annoy her. Best to just lay low for the rest of the day. Now what could I possibly find to distract me . . .