“Yes, I’m making note of it now,” Elaine spoke monotonously, leaning back in her chair and very much not making any sort of note. One arm crossed against her chest, the other begrudgingly holding her phone to her ear. Eyes flicked up to the figure in her doorway, not really paying any mind to who was there, but rather that the interruption was her saving grace. Sitting up slightly, she nodded, “I’ll actually have to call you back later, Kimberly, I’ve got another situation on my hands.” A fake smile blossomed as the woman on the line continues speaking, and with that Elaine spoke a quick “thanks for reaching out” before practically slamming the phone down onto its dock. Letting out a sigh of relief, Elaine looked back up, “to what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?”