"Said it before, don't you listen? The door to my office." Owen stalked past a half-dozen doors before stopping at another one, and pulling it open. "Though if I find another where bloody Gwen Cooper's looking at all besotted with me, I think I'll find the bar instead, and have another of those steaming green drinks."
He peered around the darkened room on the other side of the door. "It looks like my office, but..." He reached out to pick up a picture from the desk, and dropped it when he saw it. "Not this one either." He backed out of the office slowly, pressing against the wall as he shuddered. "What the bloody hell is wrong with that one of us that he's taken a tropical holiday with a Weevil?"