Miranda was curled up looking at something. She mumbled softly to herself. What she was looking at could have been anything really, but she seemed very intent on it for some reason. "And thhhhhat should.." The knock didn't startle her as much as the voice. "Merde."
She sat up, lips thinned. She didn't look happy, but she didn't look angry. She looked frustrated. On her desk looked to be a very sad Pluto.
"I broke him. Was trying to get him to stand back up." The clerk looked from the fallen cartoon dog to the latest Agency addition. "Rhett? Rhett? Oh, wait, no. Rhett? Have a little girl inside you right?"