Fiona was sitting at the kitchen table while she was holding a lit cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other. She was looking down at some paperwork. She looked obviously stressed as papers covered the table, all of them were unpaid bills or paperwork for the apartment. She sat there shaking her head, mumbling to herself while her leg bonced up and down from anxiety. You walk down the stairs fully and enter the kitchen, you then get coffee and look over at Fiona. Will you speak to her?