"AHHHH!" CD nearly jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice beneath his perch on the ladder. He finished tightening the wire nut and looked down.
"Hi Layla. Good to see you up and around." He paused and looked around the half painted, drop cloth draped room. "Yes, Mr O insisted that I not sleep on a cot in Master Murderface's garage any more, with winter coming on. He gifte- er he had me assigned here."
He climbed down the ladder and stretched the kinks out of his neck and back. "How are you feeling? Is Mr O letting you do any work yet? I told him he needed to let you do something."