"Why do I think letting her stay here was a really stupid thing to do?" Dean said as he entered his quarters, with Fred close on his tail.
"I always like a wears-it-on-her-sleeve type gal a whole lot better than the sneaky-Pete kind," Fred answered. "No trouble guessing where you stand with Miss Mulligan." He reached in his pocket and unfolded a sheet of paper and held it out to Dean. "Miss Franny would never resort to writing something like this."