(asdf I became too busy again, along with some writer's block, sorry)
Zeela kept humming, and sometimes singing, to herself as she read a huge textbook on chemicals and formulas. The seemingly unnecessary vocalizations disturbed Abridge, who was still writing in a black notebook, sulking.
"Goddammit," Abridge muttered after breaking her last pencil. Without turning her gaze, Zeela took a pen from her blue shirt's pocket and handed it to her co-worker. Abridge frowned again.
"I can't write with a pen." She quietly hissed.
"Then you can either write in blood or that." Zeela said and gently threw the pen onto Abridge's desk.