*steps out into the hall, addressing you in his Lord of the Fountain voice (the sort of tone that brooks no argument)* Come with me.
*hustles down the hall, toward the break room, not glancing back to see if you're following (you're following)* *once there (it's completely empty of personnel, this late in the evening), goes straight to the freezer and extracts the first object his hand touches—a bag of frozen blueberries* *doesn't stop to wonder why in Mandos somebody's stashed blueberries in the staff kitchen but walks back to you and sits you down in a chair*
*perches on the edge of the table in front of you and more or less drops the frozen package on your face (if such a thing can be done vertically)* *drops any pretense of work!face at the same time* What. The hell.