"It's open," came the muffled voice from the other side of the door, with a shuffling of papers quickly following. Inside the room - which was in total disarray - Cordelia was currently digging through a pile of papers she had resting upon one corner of her desk. One of her hands remained on the book she'd been reading, finger marking a specific passage so she didn't lose her place.
She barely glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening, hazel gaze filled with exhaustion as she stared at Peter for a few seconds before turned back to what she'd been doing. "If you've come to bring bad news," she warned in a mild tone, "I think I might just have to shoot the messenger." Looking back at him, she offered a hint of a smile to show she was joking, then once again she was back to digging through the notes.
A heartbeat later she exclaimed a hearty, "Aha!", and snagged the specific set of notes she'd been searching for, holding them above her head as though they were a trophy. With a smile - a real smile, this time, however fleeting it might be - she finally turned to fully face Peter. "Anything new? Please tell me someone has figured out how to find these guys."