SCENE 5

THE OFFICE

(The sleek, polished lobby of the Engine Room. MIA enters through the front doors, takes in the room, then approaches the reception desk. QUINN sits behind it, posture perfect and hair neat, typing with clipped efficiency. She looks entirely different from the bohemian neighbor MIA knows.)

QUINN

(without looking up)

Good morning. Name and time of appointment.

MIA

(amused)

It’s me.

(QUINN looks up. The professional mask instantly cracks into a massive, genuine smile.)

QUINN

Mia! Oh my God. You survived. How was the—

(She glances toward the inner glass doors. Her smile falters. She leans closer, lowering her voice.)

QUINN

Listen. We’ll talk later. But just so you know, if they had physical trackers, they’d put them on you. They are very... consumed by you right now.

MIA

(a little unnerved)