Chloe winced. She didn't much like the idea of letting people into her apartment, even if it didn't really feel like her apartment anymore. "A box? How large a box?" Her eyes roamed over the desk, and she circled it warily.
She recognized the flat board of keys as being vaguely similar to her typewriter, even though it had no space for paper. Beyond the four flat screens she had already mentioned to Warren, however, she only saw a tangle of cords, with no box large or small obvious among them. "I don't think I"m seeing it..."