The look she was giving him, Danny felt like somehow he was in the wrong here, like his work day hadn't just been interrupted by an inappropriate floor show. And he actually felt bad about it. Danny shrugged, lifted his hands apologetically, and then pointed at the door into his executive bathroom. "Sorry, this just- it isn't my thing," he added lamely and stooped to pick up the cherry she'd spit out and toss it in the trash.