It was doubtful, thought Verity, that Angelina's job was really so simple. Most jobs had layers that made 75% of your job "incidentals," but not only did Verity lack to inclination to really argue right now, but she had in the back of her mind that the longer she spent with the older girl, the worse the risk of infection. Who knew how the damned virus spread?
Happily, Angelina didn't seem like she was on the verge of hugging her, confronting her in close quarters, or otherwise increasing the risk of contamination. Verity gave her a little smile, trying to look innocuous.
"Well, anyway, I'm sorry I startled you." Standing there against the wall was getting tiring. "You probably had to send an owl, and I'm probably throwing off your whole morning." Verity was so drained lately. She moved to the chest of equipment, shifted a sack off the top, and sat down. This spot also had the benefit of not being next to the window. The shift in position made something in Verity's chest feel odd, and she coughed a little, deep and phlegmatic, turning away self-consciously.