The office was coming together. After running cords for all the electrical equipment Scar started setting what would be the wet table of her at home dark room. While she loved digital photography she had a love for her first 35mm that she'd yet to break away from. Most of what she developed were for her own collection or she sold privately. Those were personal. She set up the table on the far wall setting up the trays and storing the chemical so that everything was easily accessible when she needed it. It wasn't a long process, everything was well organized and she didn't have a lot of clutter here. When she was finished she had two photos hung on the wall. On a male lion his mouth and lower mane coated in blood on gore, he was crouched over a carcass, his face contorted in predatory anger as he bowled directly at the viewer. The other was a very close shot of a mother and baby gazelle, the baby had its head down eating grass, the mother's head raised, body tense with awareness. Besides the two pictures in stunning vivid color there was no decor.<br/><br/>Scar was unpacking her last box of books to fill a small book case when Martin came in. She'd thought she heard Puck a moment ago but she wasn't sure. She'd turned music on, on her cell photo while she unpacked blocking out some of the ambient noise from the movers. He told her about the movers and she nodded standing up and smiling softly happy that the room was about done. When everything was going into basically the exact same place it made moving easy.<br/><br/>"No I'm all set. " She said feeling odd with how formally he used her name. He made her oddly nervous, it was unnerving. "And hey thanks for handling the movers. I'm so not the leader type." She said. It's was true enough she didn't have a problem bossing people around but managing them was something else entirely and that was not something she was good at. Picking up her wine she took another sip enjoying the play of flavors across her tongue, "Let's go see how the others are doing."  Scar suggested brushing past him in the doorway. Her body just grazed his, the flair of her hip, the curve of her breast, as she past him, a hint of Jasmine scent clung to her hair. She walked do a couple steps down the hall towards Puck stopping to glance over her shoulder to see if he was coming.