Marie watched and heard Carry.  She saw her rest her guitar.  Then approach her.  Marie didnt smile, she didnt move or make a sound.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think we need to talk, somewhere private..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"You think?" Marie snapped, and then blushed, "theres an old office out there" she said, leading the way, hands buried deep in her jeans pockets.