Adela stops in the middle of her song and looks at Stroi in utter dismay for a moment before she starts to laugh so hard that the desk shakes. "Oh, burro," she chortles, wiping tears from her eyes, "You really are too much."
She places her own hand on the calendar where Maya's palm had rested at one point and gives a soft smile. "What a terrible burden it must have been for you to assume so much from so little."
Looking up she gives a tongue cluck of exaggerated sympathy, "Pobrecito," she smiles widely as she opens her hand to reveal a small ghostly box that looks very similar to the one he'd left on Maya's desk. "Chocolate?"
She pops a chocolate into her mouth and gives an appreciative sound. "Mmmm, very good. One of the best inventions of my people, this."
Adela puts her feet up on the desk and takes another piece. "Nice touch too. The note written in Spanish. I know you don't speak the language, though your tongue is closer than most realize. I see what you mean. How in the world can you be expected to tolerate such a grotesque gesture as her stopping at your desk. She did what, you say?"
She slams her hand down on the calendar. "She had the audacity to touch an item on a desk in a sea of open desks in a large open room? Unthinkable! She had the gall to be intrigued by a little puzzle that reminded her of how she used to stay alive when...well, never you mind, right? You don't want to know. The great Mihai Stroi can't be bothered with the suffering of anyone but himself. Dios mío! You are ridiculous in every way. She's barely ever said two words to you! Old enough to be her father? Idiota. Have you ever even bothered to ask her age? No. You just assume as you have about everything. The same way you assume she will ever want to have anything to do with you again."
With that the ghost picks up the freshly filled container of paper clips and throws them down again. When they land, each one is bent and unusable and Adela is gone.