She sat behind her desk,staring down at the blotter. A dark brown curl fell forward on her face, As she backhanded the offending strand, brushing her cheek along the way, she heard a knock on the door. Looking up, Lisa Cuddy felt a slight flush come to said cheeks as a tall brunette strode into her office. Her hips swayed with each step, and her bright eyes flicked from the floor to the Dean as she neared.
"Doctor Hadley," Cuddy began, "what can I do for you?"
As Thirteen began her explanation of the path her team wished to follow in regards to their current patient, Cuddy's mind drifted. She payed little attention to the younger doctors words, but was sure to not the main details.
Her mind instead flittered to the more tangible details. Thirteen's slender legs were crossed at the ankle as she stood and leant one hand on the desk. Her top hugged the curve of her waiste created by her current stance, and her free arm gestured effortlessly as she spoke. Cuddy had always appreciated the doctor. Something about her just seemed very grounding, and her presence seemed to demand an attention that didn't seem to seek.
"So, would you be able to sign off on that, then we can get started tonight and see results by the morning?" Remy took a deep breath as she came to the conclusion of her explanation.
She suppressed a sigh and hoped the Dean hadn't noticed the frustration in her tone, and hadn't picked up on her rapidly deminishing level of motivation.
"Sure, hand it over." Cuddy was unable to suppress a sigh of her own, and almost jumped when she heard a soft, breathy laugh. Looking up, she caught sight of a lop-sided smile that was apparently infectious.
"What?" She queried through a newly-formed grin.
"Oh, nothing," Remy blinked slowly as she chickled again, "I'm just glad I'm not the only one that feels like that, I was beginning to think I was surrounded by robots."
Cuddy smiled and shook her head, "We all wear down at the end of the week. Even robots would if they didn't refuel, I suppose." She realised she was thinking out loud, and met emerald green eyes to guage Thirteen's mood. She seemes to know exactly how the Dean was feeling.
"Thanks for the reminder, I'll be sure to top up on the way home!" Remy smiled, Cuddy obviously took refuge in the momentary distraction that was her presence, and it felt like a bit of a break for herself aswell.
"I'm glad to hear you intend on going home tonight-" Cuddy started, then, realising how her admission may be misinterpreted, she added: "Is someone else staying with the patient?"
"Taub and Foreman will take it in shifts, Chase and I took last night." She nodded slowly.
"Well, if you're planning on heading out a bit earlier than the usual midnight, would you like to get a coffee? I certainly need to refuel at some point today!"
Remy smiled and thought for a moment, she wasn't sure what Cuddy was asking, but she was far to tired to overthink it now.
"That'd be great," she aquiesced, "I'll come by in about an hour."