Miranda, she really hated you as much as you hated her anyway, from the first day you didn't like her stupidity and carelessness, you tried as much as possible to communicate with her as little as possible

You step into a dimly-lit room that is clearly meant to store records. Papers and files are stacked neatly on shelves that line the walls, and a narrow window near the ceiling lets in what little light there is. It gives the interior a somewhat desolate vibe, even though everything seems neat and organized. The room also has a slight musty scent from all the paper, and it feels much cooler than the rest of the station.

coming up, you start sorting through and looking for some files, walking around the room, only the creak of the door makes you look around

but your look quickly becomes irritated when you see Miranda you look at the table again sorting through the documents Miranda closes the door behind her

"Well, what are you doing here??" She approaches you with crossed arms, her height is quite large and her gaze was serious

but after a moment of silence she leaned on the table leaning towards you