"It's okay." Megan dismissed the voice. Obviously, he was just one of those people who didn't know the rules. She took a sip of her coffee then went back to her book. She thought again and decided a little music wouldn't go amiss. Digging in her fanny pack, she found her headphones and looked for her iPod. Her hand bumped into it and she tried to pull it out... then it was gone, followed by a thud on the floor. Shit.
Niles looked up, mildly interested, but was more interested in his nap than what had fallen. Megan grunted as she leaned over, feeling the ground for it. She wondered if the voice was still around. "Excuse me? Little help here? I'm looking for an iPod. Blue. I know it's around here somewhere..." Her hand swept the ground, unsuccessful in its search. She snarled over at Niles, "You could help, you know. I thought you were a Labrador Retriever, not Labrador Layabout."