GeekyLogic

Liz slipped into Hellboy's room, the door, as always, being a burden for her.
"They should get that oiled or something…"
"Huh?" Hellboy spun around, almost knocking Liz over, catching her by her dark blue sweater's sleeve.
"I said—"  She laughed. "that they should oil that door."  She adjusted his jacket, smoothing down the collar.
"I'll put in a requisition."
"It's not that big of a deal…" She said, scuffing the ground with her black combat boots.  Hellboy noticed how cute it made her seem, with her long charcoal skirt fluttering just that tiny bit.
"Well, they won't do anything unless I ask 'em.  It's just never really a problem for me, you know…" he said, looking away from her.
"Of course it isn't!"  She grabbed a remote and changed one of the TV's to the Weather channel.  "Damn it!" she cried out.
"What!?"
"I just want winter to be over!  Look at this," she gestured towards the television, "Twenty degrees… twenty