Melinda laughed a little and walked in, sitting down in his desk chair and crossing her legs, which showed the bottom edge of a holster. She still had her wand strapped to her leg, never without it. She slept with her wand strapped to her leg and even in the shower, it sat in the soap dish. Things might be well-controlled, but she was a soldier. And a little paranoid.
"What are you working on?" she asked, running her fingers idly through her hair. She needed to brush it out from rolling around on her bed but she could do that later.