After the mess she'd made in the training classroom, Adelaide had been attempting to regain a sense of balance and composure, and what better way to do so than to dance in an extremely silly manner while she was filing her newly reorganized paperwork? She had her small stereo turned up as loud as she dared without distracting the medical assistants on the other side of the hall, and was bobbing her head and singing along to the only country station she could get reception of.
She had been in the middle of a line ("There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes"), when the door had opened and she heard the last voice on earth she would have expected, but Adelaide would recognize that accent anywhere. So, of course, in her surprise and confusion, she had turned around to greet her visitor, and in the process tripped over one of the open file cabinet drawers on the bottom row, falling to land on her butt.
"Daisy?" a voice called out from the common area her office backed into, but the tone was bored and perfunctory, and with a wince she called out, "I'm fine!"
Turning her head and her attention back to Josie, she crossed her legs so she was sitting more comfortably on the floor, and pretending that this position was exactly where she wanted to be, said with a smile, "Hi!"