*is on her way back to her office with an armful of copies, thinking she'll spread out the cover sheets on her desk (and the floor, if she runs out of room) and build on from there* *fully intends to deliver a stack of stapled, finished packets to Ecthelion by 4:45 sharp, so he'll have a chance to look them over before he leaves for the night*
*hears the whistling as she draws near, but doesn't spot you until she rounds the last corner* *notices you seem to be heading for her boss' door and picks up her step, hurrying to catch you* Sir! Sir? I'm sorry, can I help you?