He finally rose from his chair, exerting a bit of effort in doing so. With the girl watching him so intently with those large brown eyes of hers, he began to silently resent his ungainly bulk.
"Well… I'm off to work, I suppose."
The girl blinked as if she had been listening to something else entirely. "Oh, yes…" Without so much as glancing outside, she timidly suggested "You might want to bring an umbrella."
Mycroft snorted as he headed into the hall, pausing only to take his hat from the rack. The day was flawless; there was not so much as a cloud in the sky. They were not calling for rain for at least another week. He had known that the girl was no intellectual, but she seemed to be downright silly.