DAFT PUNK IS PLAYING AT MY HOWSE MY HOWWWWSE
Steve thinks, not unreasonably, that all the fanfare and cross-checking and scouting the place for traps and bugs last night was really completely unnecessary. About as unnecessary as the guards flanking him now, dressed in tidy suits with sunglasses and looking like proper g-men.
He massages one temple, glancing sideways at the nearest one. "You're not coming inside," he says, shortly.
Normally he wouldn't be rude. Normally he wouldn't dream of leaving people standing around waiting for him. But this is different, darn it.
He reaches out and knocks tentatively on the wall next to the door of the place Quorra said she shared with Sam. Well. No. She didn't say it.
SHIELD just kind of... tracked the conversation and found out.
He massages one temple, glancing sideways at the nearest one. "You're not coming inside," he says, shortly.
Normally he wouldn't be rude. Normally he wouldn't dream of leaving people standing around waiting for him. But this is different, darn it.
He reaches out and knocks tentatively on the wall next to the door of the place Quorra said she shared with Sam. Well. No. She didn't say it.
SHIELD just kind of... tracked the conversation and found out.