Despite the immediate bad start, that was easier than expected. There was no bothering to go back now, and when the door swung open enough, she stepped inside. She began to shiver almost the second that she was in there, glancing at him a little sullenly. "You're going to catch your death sitting in this kind of cold," she warned him, half-heartedly. With the amount of layers and long sleeves Ben wore, she doubted he'd be cold even in an ice age.

She wasn't sure what the etiquette should have been, where to sit, and so she stood. Her arms were folded in front of her loosely. "Mom is going to divorce dad," she blurted, once he had shut the door. "She's getting the papers ready for next week."