Katya came bounding into the little office which had the distinct odor of mothballs and (she eyed Ivan's chair) mold. "'ello in here!" she trilled, nearly spilling the coffee cups she carried on one of those box trays as she attempted to juggle her overflowing handbag, her robes slung over the other arm and the all-important coffee.

She has passed an unknown woman on her way in, but paid no heed (her attention span really was not that great this early in the morning) to her as she was currently shooting off her excuse for not being in the past few days.

"-and I swear, Ivan! The boil was about the size of... the size of..." she looked around, trying to compare the result of her brother Heath's magical accident with something in here, "The size of Killin's head!"

"Huuuge" she mouthed as she laid a coffee cup on her boss' table.

ooc: she's so tiring *wipes brow*