[On top of everything, she's late. Living on her own, she doesn't have the sense of punctuality she had gotten from the other agents, and as such had spent oo much time dithering over how to present herself. In or out of armor? (out), armed or not? (not that it made any difference because fuck you castle, but she's got a pistol holstered to her thigh if just for aesthetics). She's wearing a certainly-not-regulation-civvies that would make any father sputter. Low cut tank top, tight jeans, the most fuck you she could possibly fit into one outfit.]
[Then she'd slapped a baggy sweater over it because fuck everything she didn't have the courage to face him like that.]
[And hten having him sitting there watching her when she entered brought her to a stumbling halt, before she forces herself into control and makes immediately for the fridge, her face drawn up in a scowl like she smelled dog shit.]
[She makes a production out of grabbing a beer, popping it open, and then flipping one of the chairs around to straddle it, an over-theatrical bravado to mask how nervous she really was.]
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[Then she'd slapped a baggy sweater over it because fuck everything she didn't have the courage to face him like that.]
[And hten having him sitting there watching her when she entered brought her to a stumbling halt, before she forces herself into control and makes immediately for the fridge, her face drawn up in a scowl like she smelled dog shit.]
[She makes a production out of grabbing a beer, popping it open, and then flipping one of the chairs around to straddle it, an over-theatrical bravado to mask how nervous she really was.]
So.