As the door opened, Penny stepped inside and took in the scene. It was becoming slightly less bizarre to see Marcus Flint behind a desk looking deep in thought but it was still a jolt to the system. Penny was getting over seven years of prejudice but there was still a little part of her that was amused. Arching an eyebrow at the words and the tiny hints of strain around his eyes, Penny took her place at the opposite side of the desk. "Probably," she told him as she began unpacking her folders. "There's more than likely a very lonely paperback on my couch tonight but it'll be there tomorrow."
She couldn't even imagine losing so much of her family at once, losing her father and sister had only been bearable because of her mother, siblings,aunts and grandparents. Marcus didn't have that infrastructure. Not now.
Holding up the menu, she offered him a bright smile that was almost genuine. "I brought food. Want me to set my wand for an hour for substance?" Handing it over, she took the time to look through her colour-coded, tabbed and overly organised papers before handing a sheaf over to Marcus. "This is the latest projection. As you can see following the last training I observed, Jackson is .45 seconds slower with his kick off than he was last week which I think is due to his weight gain. It also slows him down in the air which the Falcons frankly can't afford."