Colleen stood underneath the doorframe with her hand on her hip, her other holding a plastic bag of food. Brow raised, she set the bag down and stepped inside the desk-arena to take a closer look at the damage Danny caused. "What'd our hat rack ever do to you?" she pouted as she took the halves and tried piecing them back together. Of all the years they'd had that thing...she clucked her tongue and shook her head pointedly at him.