Trip is in a chair organizing some tools, scattered over a desk. Skye says his name. He can't hear her, because he is listening to music. When she realizes that, she touches his arm. He gets startled and moves to a defensive position. Recognizing her, he takes his earphones out.
"Next time just come into my visual field," he requests. She grins and looks down. They notice the mess he has just caused under the table. The ground is covered with papers, fallen from somewhere.
Skye helps him to gather those different sized documents. Before he sees it, she catches one small envelope with her name on it. She puts it at the bottom of the pile and then in her back pocket.
"It must be someone's hiding place," he supposes.
They look at each other. "May's," they say at the same time. Smile.
"I'll put them back," she decides. He hands in the pages to her.
She goes down and finds one piece of the table slightly open.
"Aren't you curious?" he asks.
She frowns under the table. Two seconds of silence.
"I could open it again, you know?" he continues.
Dull sound. She gets up.
"You won't."
He sighs. She winks at him.
"Hey, what did you want from me?" Trip questions when she is about to leave.
