Eventually the writing is done, she's handed it over for review, and she decides to head home, get a mug of hot cocoa the old-fashioned way, and sit in her room and revise her future plans to accommodate more limited high-end coin output.
There's someone in her room.
She doesn't drop the mug, but she does shriek. "Christ! Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
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Eventually the writing is done, she's handed it over for review, and she decides to head home, get a mug of hot cocoa the old-fashioned way, and sit in her room and revise her future plans to accommodate more limited high-end coin output.
There's someone in her room.
She doesn't drop the mug, but she does shriek. "Christ! Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"