"That chick is really sweet... just don't ever like, hug anybody in front of her. Especially a boy," she said with a headshake of forewarning, remembering the stinging scratches from fingernails on her own wrist.
"Yeah, my office is pretty cool, I like the C-floor. My friend Jack--- I believe he was the yummy boy in all black you were referring to, and he's gay, by the way--- has the office right next to me, so we're like party beasts, we're always popping in on each other."
She stole another bite of the muffin, then eyed the lunch line, debated getting up to find that sandwich she'd promised her growly belly. "How's everybody back home?" she asked, chewing... carefully skirting the issue of mentioning Beckett.