Someone else had also heard the stamping and slamming going on nearby; someone who hadn't meant to be working this late tonight, but who had done it often enough that that he knew that this kind of liveliness was not exactly usual here at this time of night. And so he'd got up from his desk and headed in the general direction of the hubbub.

And now he was opening a door into the office area where the designers worked, and set eyes on just about the last two people he'd have expected to see back in this place.

"What are you guys doing here??" Bruno blurted out in a half-dumbfounded, half-accusatory tone.