A slightly colorful mutter brought his attention to a corner behind Marian's desk, and just as Rob looked over, she noticed him with a shriek. Holding up his hands in a pacifying gesture, he had to smile at the picture she made, clutching a thick folder and surrounded by a sea of others, her hair a bit mussed from digging around in files-- like some sort of mad archivist.
A very, very sexy mad archivist.
Kicking himself mentally for that thought, he replied, "No, no; I'm sorry-- I should have knocked."
Actually, he probably should have stayed in his own department. But, as another conveniently-timed pain arced through his skull, he asked, "Could I get a couple of aspirin? I just can't seem to shake this headache I've got." Nor could he shake the memory of that hallucination, although it was certainly fading with the new vision in front of him.