I need a refund for these clothes.
[She stands in the lobby of what may or may not be Hestia apartments, her overlarge suit jacket almost falling off her shoulders. Her dress shirt is ruffled and untucked; there's a tie thrown about her neck like a scarf]
[She flops to and fro in loafers too big for her feet, dabbing at the sheen of sweat along her hairline with a handkerchief, and looks up at the seemingly endless floors, the maze of stairs]
[Rolling her baggy sleeves up for the umpteenth time, she puts faintly shaking hands to her face and gives an impressive shout]
MCGEE, YOU UP THERE?! MCGEE?! HEY, MCGEEEEEEEEEE!
[She flops to and fro in loafers too big for her feet, dabbing at the sheen of sweat along her hairline with a handkerchief, and looks up at the seemingly endless floors, the maze of stairs]
[Rolling her baggy sleeves up for the umpteenth time, she puts faintly shaking hands to her face and gives an impressive shout]
MCGEE, YOU UP THERE?! MCGEE?! HEY, MCGEEEEEEEEEE!