"Sure! What, for sports and stuff? Yeah, I'm... I like to..." Shimmer was getting more distracted than usual, as they began to near their destination. "I mean... I've been doing this... Little dance when I..."
She might have seemed oblivious to the more obvious dangers, but that heightened sense of intuition which had served her so well in the past, was now reacting to a detection of intention, the closer they got. Guards were guards. They only followed instructions. The guy in charge, on the other hand, was different. The closer they got to that room, the more Shimmer's inner danger sense was tingling and, instinctively, her subconscious had already been mapping out escape paths, the moment they stepped foot in there. She compartmentalised things in that way.
"No, I don't think I'll be doing that," she murmured and tried to slow down and turn, but realised that was no longer an option.
Shimmer could only give an uncertain, nervous little laugh when they met. It was time to buck up and pay the piper!
"Well, I heard they were looking for someone new, 'cause the old guy... They apparently displeased you."
And, gingerly, she held out the small packet, placing it on the desk before turning to Derek, silently mouthing, 'I SAT ON IT IN THE CAR!' Then backed off.
"W-when he handed it over, I was, like, 'Why does it sound broken'," she lied, "but he said he wanted to 'teach you a lesson' and was really grumpy about it and... Yeah, you-you should probably let us go and... And... 'Cause we know nothing, Mister Sir Don Sir Mister Sir. Sir... Mister Sir."