"Got it." She takes them and sorts through them by habit, a wry smile on her lips. Lawyers.

She disappears into the other office and drops the stack in Foggy's inbox. She tucks her hair behind her ears, smooths her dress and tries not to think too hard about drinks and dinner. She's still grinning when she reemerges into the tiny area they call reception.

She settles into her chair, and pulls up tomorrow's calendar. She has some stuff she should work on typing up over the weekend, but she can always come in on Sunday afternoon and bang that out.