with power comes great responsibility

[She smiled and tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear.] It means “friendship.” [The tiny dog attempted to lick at Camilla’s hand and Carina laughed, pulling her away slightly.] That’s good. I hope you find it soon. 

Oh, I see. Well perhaps she will be the type to be by your side all the time. [Camilla smiled back.] Thank you, dear.

All right, then. Oh, I’ve been fine, thank you! Just taking care of Amisa. I got her for my birthday. [Carina smiled, adjusting the wriggling bundle of white fur in her arms. At the sound of her name, the puppy’s ears perked up.] How are you?

You're welcome dear. Amisa, what a wonderful name. [Camilla glanced down to the puppy that had been in Carina's arms and moved her hand to pet the top of its head.] I am rather well except for still looking for this file.

I could help you look, Dr. Black?

Oh, no dear. It's just a silly little file. How have you been doing, dear?

Yeah that one. I fell down the stairs. Drunk. Got a nasty cut on my head as well. But unfortunately, I survived.

Oh, drunk? Not you Mr.Abernathy..never. Now, why is that so unfortunate for you?

No. Like I said, I just overheard. I was just here for my arm. Gotta do those weird exercises… what d’ya call it? Some kinda therapy. I don’t know. It’s weird, though.

I do believe you mean physical therapy. How'd you manage a broken arm anyways?

What? I, uh… It doesn’t. Just… overheard.

Is there something you need Mr.Abernathy? You're not the typical face I see around my work place.

So why waste your time organising them in the first place?

Because I will find them eventually, Mr.Abernathy. That time may not be now but they are filed up somewhere..just not exactly sure where. Why does my work concern you anywways?