*is rather absorbed in her task (and her favorite part of the song), therefore completely missed the entire exchange in the hallway*
*pops up from behind her desk and smooths down her light blue pencil skirt, smiling brightly* Good morning, Mrs. Tremb—I mean, Nico?. *gestures around* I hope you don't mind, I started making myself at home, so to speak. Although I can rearrange things, if there's a standard setup of some kind?