Lois was enough of a narcissist herself, albeit a conscientious one, to know how to take full command of a room when she walked in, even one containing a former villain and a SHIELD deputy director. If it occurred to her that discussing current events wasn't the best use of their time, she obviously didn't care. She rolled her eyes, and though she waved dismissively again, she pursed her lips and expelled breath with what seemed ominously close to a pout. "I don't like tea, anyway," she grumbled. "Too flowery. I'll find a way in, don't you worry." And those sweet MI:6 agents could kiss her pretty ass.
There were other matters, more specific to their gathering, and Lois grinned her appreciation of Nygma's compliment. He was right, of course, but seeing the question in Maria's eyes, she backed up Eddie's other claims. Fiercely. "Someone kicked him. Hard." Lois' jaw tightened. "He's good at this. He was doing great before some asshole put the needle in his hand and all but stuck it in his arm. Eddie likes puzzles, sure."
She didn't like talking about him like he wasn't in the fucking room, and looked Eddie in the eye. "It's the challenge, right? We're going to prove you're the detective I know you are." Not the criminal everyone else expected him to be.
"I look good in basic black." She retorted easily. "I told him I'd be with him, every step of the way," she told Maria, a firm smile. "Nothing's going to happen."
And maybe she would have been worried about making that promise when Eddie started getting twitchy, except she really did believe what she said. Scooting her chair closer to him with one push, Lois rested a hand on his knee, tilting her head down to see his face. "You're good," she told him quietly. "Close your eyes and tell me five things I came in with. Wearing or carrying."