'No idea. I 'aven't been back.'

He has to half step over/around her to get to her 'base' - small room, thousands of files. And not much room for a bloke over six foot with rather long legs to sit comfortably.

'...why the bloody 'ell aren' we just taking boxes up to my office? What're these file numbers for anyway?'

He's already scribbling. And eating her biscuits.