Nancy gives him the driest look she can muster. "A little misunderstanding," she repeats, not believing a word of it. That looks like a big misunderstanding.

"Sure, I can do that. Give me a moment, yeah?" She's going to make herself at home, tossing her purse and leather jacket aside, and most importantly: kicking off her pumps. Now, significantly shorter and barefoot, she moves closer to him.

"Can you sit?" She gestures back at the couch, taking a seat next to him. The height difference between them is such that it's easier for her to take a look when they're sitting. "Though if it's broken, there isn't much I can do."