"Right- Hansel," Gretel agreed with a nod, though she didn't spare Emma from the are you sure you're alright? look. Moving across the office, she set her mother's book on the desk, but didn't open it yet.
"Now I have to ask," she began, leaning back against the desk with one hip, gauntleted arms folding loosely across her chest. "How is it a rough week? Or did I miss the latest horror show going on here?"