At his question, Melody glances back towards the file, touching it briefly before she closes up again. “Well, first of all, you can stop making a mess on my floor,” she says, eyes flicking pointedly to the small pond forming underneath the chair. With that, she pushes away from the desk, stepping through another door into the next room. She very quickly returns with a towel, suggesting the next room along is just as small, and she drops it in her lap as she walks past him, going to fetch her cigarette from the tray.

Leaning back against her desk again, she holds it out in front of her, one arm folded, watching him through the steady wisp of smoke that joined the ceiling, forming her very own set of clouds to match the storm outside.

“So, you really don’t remember anything since we last met?” she asks casually, setting the cigarette in her mouth, pinched between two scarlet fingernails.