"Oi Nick," Fujiko paused, stepping lightly to avoid crushing more broken glass. It sounded like she remembered him. When he got angry. Was it her? "Get out here or I'll drag you out." She was acting like they were still married, but she couldn't help it, she didn't know how else to treat him yet. She was about to grab the chair at the desk when she noticed how completely busted it was. The desk was split down the middle and oh dear, those were definitely holes in the wood of walls. And the ceiling. He was definitely not in a good mood. She was tempted to run again, but instead carefully cleaned some space on the bed, removing glass and splintered wood and avoiding the torn sheets and busted mattress. Fujiko took a seat on the cleared area, legs still swinging off and waiting for him to explain himself, testing his boundaries by being too forward.