Tragos escorted her up to the office, but didn't come through; he had training to attend. "Fight hard," she told him, with a little smile, a smile she carried through as she stepped into Ares's office. She gave it a quick once over but her eyes settled on him, all clothed in black, and wearing it damn well. "Hello," she said, coming around the side of the desk to lean again it, next to his boots, her hip against his ankle. "I bought you a present."