Salem jumps, looking up to find a familiar brunette standing in the doorway. She's the one who hates him, ever since she found out about Atlas. She's also the one who attempted to cover up his freckles when he was going undercover. Salem doesn't even know her name, he just knows that she can't mind her business and he finds her annoying.
Salem stands up, forgetting to exit out of anything, and steps away from the desk. He's not used to getting caught—he's not used to breaking rules in the first place.
"That's crazy," Salem says, trying to figure out what the hell to say. He's not very good at coming up with excuses on the spot. If given time to think, however, he's excellent at it. This is why he's always been more of the planning type, rather than going into things blind. "I got permission to be in here."
