It was Greer's intention to show herself off to as much of SHIELD as possible. They were going to be talking whether one person so her or a hundred, but she would prefer to be on the minds of everyone. She had moved into the break room, knowing it was always occupied, and after some idle chatter she had stuck her head in the fridge. Her tail swished lazily behind her as she searched for something to drink and, avoiding cliches, she decided to go for a bottle of water and not milk.
Cracking the lid open, she turned to see the green-haired agent looking thoroughly confused in her direction. "Something I can held you with, da Costa?" she asked with a wide smile.