[ Skye invites herself silently into the office, following the sound of the record, and he's just distracted enough that he doesn't seem to notice her right away. She lets the door click shut to announce herself, trying to ensure that when she begins to speak, he doesn't startle. ]

You know, I had this one foster home. [ She starts the recollection fondly, breaking the ice with something that isn't "why the fuck are you awake." ] They had a record player, and like boxes of vinyl. I wasn't allowed to touch any of it. [ There's a slight hesitation in the way she even looks at the one playing now, giving the impression that was a well-learned lesson. ] But it wasn't this. [ She gestures. ] It was all hair bands. Russ and Amy loved that thing.