Clutching the broom, Granger steps towards his way until she's standing in front of him, her head level to his chest, and he realizes their height difference is enormous. "On days that I wear a skirt, or dress..." she mumbles, her voice soft and he strains to listen. "I want to come. On days I'm wearing shorts or pants, you leave me alone. And that's an MP3 player." She pauses, flattening the hand not holding the broom against the hem of her skirt and tugs it slightly. "Understand?"