[Settles in at her desk, coffee in one hand, case files in the other, shaking her head at Fusco without even looking at him.] Today is not the day to try me, got it? [She lifts only her eyes and on brow at him, effectively closing his mouth satisfactorily.]

She waited until she was certain he was gone before pulling out her phone. Rolling her eyes, she sent Finch a quick message. "Can I get my usual, Carrie?" She asked the barrista as she strolled to the counter. "And a cranberry muffin? Thanks." She deserved it.