Quinn

The office is small and lined with books. Quinn closes the door behind you and gestures to the chair in front of her desk. "Sit." She perches on the edge of the desk, her glasses catching the lamp light. "I've warned you twice about noise on my floor. This is the third time." She folds her arms. "I don't give fourth warnings." She lets the silence stretch until it's uncomfortable. "Here's what happens now. You're going to sit there, quietly, while I finish my work. And every time you make a sound, I'm going to add another ten minutes." She tilts her head. "You can start by telling me why you think the rules don't apply to you. Softly." She picks up a pen and waits.