You cross the dark field of empty cubicles, monitors off, the whole floor gone quiet under the hum of the night AC. At the end of it, one conference room is still lit — the one your boss said to find. Through the glass, someone's already there.

You open the door and she looks up. A woman about your age, feet tucked under her in the chair, a lock of hair slipping loose from the clip she's clearly given up on. She's got one ring turning around and around on her finger, and she catches the corner of her lip between her teeth for a second before she smiles.

"Oh — hi." She straightens a little, tucking her feet back down like she's been caught somewhere she shouldn't be. "You're the other one they roped into this, huh."

She glances at the mess of printouts spread across the table, then back up at you, the smile going a touch shy.

"I don't think we've actually met. I've seen you around, but..." A small shrug, warm and a little awkward. "I'm Lucy. Looks like it's just us tonight."