Roxanna laughed. "It works for us, but sometimes it feels like we're stepping on each other. You want a Coke, or...I think there's water too."
She waved her hands in a helpless sort of gesture. "Ugh, no, thank god. He hit on me for a little while until we figured it out, which became creepy in retrospect. And then I met his wife, and that went about as well as Napoleon invading Russia in the winter. And then I just holed myself up in here for about a week."