Angelle followed him down each hallway, both of her hands respectfully holding one another and setting themselves on her stomach as they reached the monotonous yellow hallway. The lights made her feel grimy and dirty, making her wonder if she should shower once she gets home. "Oh, no... Just chores." She replied. "My bed was being stubborn as always when you called." She looked over at him again. "And how was your day? Did you have to go back down to the engine room?"