[The sound of another person's voice jerks her right out of her musings, and she turns, leveling the broom handle at him -- and there's something very polished about the movement, like it's an old, deeply ingrained habit.

[Then, with one quick glance, she takes in his body language, the way he's dressed... and lowers the broom handle with a sheepish grin.]

Sorry about that - old habits. [And then, as she registers what he actually said...] Um, I guess I am. Just a little. [She gestures vaguely with the hand holding the legal pad.] These hallways all look the same, you know?