Miihai rises, his folders clasped tightly in one hand. The newly refilled paper clip holder gets slapped down in its place. "I would venture to guess that reason is that you were a meddling old hag in life, and thus are a meddling old hag in death. I don't know what you think is happening here, but you're sorely mistaken."
He lays the folders down much more gently on the edge of the desk.
"I expect nothing from her. I want nothing from her. She is the one who keeps leaving little traces around my things." His hand lifts to wave at the slim array of items. The puzzle box, which she opened. The calendar, on which he swears he can still see the outline of her hand. "There is nothing here for her. I do not know what she is looking for, but she will find nothing good here. I am old enough to be her father, for fuck's sake."