A brunette Dinah walked in in casual clothes, a smile, and two cups with a Starbucks label on them, "Delivery for one Babs Gordon," she called out with a smile as she walked over to the woman handing the cup over as she took a sip of her own.
She angle her body to look at the screens, "Anything going on?" not that she was looking for a mission, but she was nosy and well perhaps she was, boredom didn't sit well with her.