Jones answers the door, still dressed in the clothes she arrived in—button-down chambray shirt, her faithful brown skirt, and her work boots. "Dr. Barrett," she says. "Come in. Have a—"

She belatedly realizes there are no chairs in this room. She thinks momentarily about creating one, but imagines that would not be the best thing to do in this particular situation.

"Er—I suppose you can sit on the bed, and I'll take the floor. Haha. Um."