(not so) Quiet Times
Ali's in the basement, as usual. But she is not being quiet and studious today, oh no. She's got the music turned up to the point where one can just be heard above it without shouting, and is dancing around with abandon. How she manages to not trip and break her neck with the floor as cluttered with shopping bags and stacks of boxes is hard to discern. She's either been at this a while, or those bare feet of hers have proximity detectors.