[They'd been so close to organizing the office. It's the smallest of things to be upset about; Riftwatch had lose people in the field, and could have easily lost even more had they not disabled two of the three explosives. Still. Among the higher costs, it's irritating to have to sift through everything again.

When he arrives for their standing meeting, it's clear she's lost track of the time from the way she looks up.]

Oh -- shit, sorry. Take a seat, I just thought it was, uh. Still morning.

[She should have stopped for lunch at some point, but so it goes. She reaches for some notes she made earlier, shuffling the piles of paper on her desk.]

I'd offer you some tea, but I'm pretty sure that pot is cold by now.


[OOC: If you prefer prose, switch and I'll follow. I'm easy either way.]