Nimm\'s back was to him and her mind was on her task – which had proved more difficult than she\'d planned – when he re-entered the room. She\'d dismantled the lighting fixture – the alabaster cover was at her feet - as well as two metal cylinders, a few tiny screws, and a metal ring which was meant to hold the other parts together – and a multitude of wires hung from a hole in the wall where the fixture had been secured. She had been reaching up to remove the two actual bulbs from this mass of wires, and she had just succeeded in freeing the first when he spoke.
She looked at him over her shoulder, placid expression doing a good job of hiding her surprise that he actually chose to speak to her again, as well as her relief at finding him at least partially clothed. AS for her own state of dress, she\'d rolled the work shirt\'s sleeves up past the elbow, and undone the top two buttons – though it didn\'t appear so, she did have another shirt on beneath that one, just with a lower neckline.
"LSG lighting," she told him, looking over her shoulder "It\'s used to create mood in addition to a central. A very soft, subtle light, probably connected to the room\'s master switch – there\'s another one in that corner –" she turned slightly to point to the far left corner of the room, "–most people can\'t even tell they\'re there."
"But look," she continued, holding up the bulb in her hand for him to see. The actual filament was shielded by a coverless glass dome. The dome on the one, however, was broken in several places, held together from the inside with a cottony white substance – "Spiderweb," Nimm explained, "It probably got in there, did this, and died when the filament exploded – these bulbs are very sensitive, you see."
She smiled slightly, "Now, may I ask you a question?" This was somewhat unlike her; to request something of an employer – or a client\'s housemate – but, this was – in so many ways – a rather...special case.