Mina examined the blue bedspread, nodding slightly. "Much better," she murmured aloud. "Although if you want a red desk, it might clash. Perhaps something neutral? Not white. Ivory or brown?"

Furniture, of course, was not Mina's forte. Shooting things was, but that was another lifetime.

"No," she said absently, walking over to look at a display of desks. "I just don't see much of a need to carry them. They only attract trouble, anyway. And I don't like taking them into the hospital. They're a bitch to sterilize, if you'll pardon my language."