The offer to help strikes her as interesting. He didn't look like the out and out helpful sort, but she knew peopel weren't always what they appeared. This guy looked more bored than anything else, but bored or nice or some third yet unknown trait, Collette was happy to have the unexpected company.

"Yeah, sure," she said, gesturing down the hall from both of them. "I've got two halls or so left of this stuff to pick up. Kind of a bummer to throw it all away now, but who needs mistletoe all year long?"

She smiled, meaning the question to be rhetorical. She hoped he didn't ask how the girl in the wheelchair got left with pick-up duty, or how all the mistletoe was taken down but not thrown away at the same time.

Pigeons aren't good for carrying much long distance.