[ It doesn't seem as though Grell's been very productive at said desk. In fact, she happens to be reapplying her lip gloss as her superior approaches, and doesn't seem to be at all fazed over being caught.

The usual chatter about the office ensues; chuckles and snide little remarks regarding what she could possibly be in for, this time. ]

A fair question! Not even I remember. Hm!

[ Indeed, she looks confused - only shortly before snapping her compact closed and swinging up onto her feet. It's a moment before she's replaced the coat on her shoulder and pulled her hair free of it, though. Another, as she floofs her tresses. ]

But, truly, who cares. I've got an excuse to get away from this bloody paperwork, and spend time with my Will~♥!

[ And if she can manage it, she'll latch onto the manager's arm with a purr of a hum. ]