[for Michael]

[explosions]

It's a chair, not even the most comfortable chair, with the duct tape peeling at the edges a bit, covered with a fine layer of lint, that means it doesn't stick to the backs of her legs so much as it just irritates her a bit. Still, she's seated in it, watching him from across the room as he tinkers around with something, something more important than her, instead of listening to her.

Not that what she's saying is important, but the fact that she's wearing new heels and a skirt that should barely qualify as a complete garment, isn't pulling his attention.

"Did you hear me?"