Cerulean optics flicker across her paperwork before her lips curve in a scowl. “Does nobody follow instructions around here?” She’s gotten into the habit of talking to herself.

||: Calling any and all Hydra accounts, come hit me up. Let’s get my girl going.

She's sipping scotch and plotting the ruin of the Captain. Are there any other ways to spend a Tuesday night? Harper thinks not.

❝Sʜᴇ·s ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴀss ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴀᴅᴀss.❞

His presence causes Harper's gaze to elevate before her head tilts in a nod, indicating her offer for a seat. "Hello Spencer." The words are accompanied by a glass being set before him.

A sip from her glass wets her throat before her head shakes. "Paperwork." It's a simple answer and obvious she will divulge no further information. "Where are you back in from?" Her question is regarding his arrival at the base.

Have no fear, she’s not gone soft. But she does pick favorites.