And here Margo had expected another boring-ass day in this boring-ass town that made her increasingly boring-ass antsy. She was doing inventory downstairs when it happened, piling through boxes of annoyingly loud hand soaps.

These tiny places had incredibly thin walls. It sucked a lot of the time. When the whatever hit the floor, the resulting crash resounded through the whole building and nearly sent her jumping out of her own skin. "What the--"

"--fuck," she finished a minute later, flinging open the door with no small amount of drama. "Are you?"