She blinks at him, once, and then the very corner of her mouth tilts up.

"Well," she says, "you're in luck. Follow me."

Despite being warm, the office is mostly dark - only enough lights so that the two occupants can see what they are doing. She leads him over to her desk, picking up a chair along the way so he has somewhere to sit.

Izmaylov doesn't call out any more questions, and soon resumes his typing once the pair are settled.