[Visitors aren't what she expects or really wants right now; she does her best to ignore two tiny manifestations of conscience or god-knows-what squabbling on the desk, and goes to answer the knock.]
Great, her, [a small voice groans, barely audible. Cameron winces slightly.] Not todaaaay...
Oh let her in, [calls the other. Obviously exasperated, Cameron manages most of a polite smile. The reason for her frustration should be obvious-- Angela can probably see them now, arguing oh-so-quietly, perched like dolls on the edge of the desk.]
a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;
Great, her, [a small voice groans, barely audible. Cameron winces slightly.] Not todaaaay...
Oh let her in, [calls the other. Obviously exasperated, Cameron manages most of a polite smile. The reason for her frustration should be obvious-- Angela can probably see them now, arguing oh-so-quietly, perched like dolls on the edge of the desk.]
Hello.