(Queenie struggles to open the library door, when she finally enters, she is wearing what looks to be her trademark footie pajamas and a yellow hard helmet with the head of a flashlight perched in the center of it.)
Gr. Doors are so hard to open. I don't see the point in them when people are meant to barge thorugh them anyway.
Sorry about that. I took a little longer than I expected...got a little sidetracked with some of the stuff Nixon left lying around. (Looks away bashfully) I, er, just took the hat, though. Thought it would come in handy.
Oh, heya Med and Ab. Didn't know you guys were in the library tonight as well.
...not a surprise since you lot live so close.