Kate was running down the street because apparently there was a rule in the Taxi Driver's Handbook that all drivers must take their break shift at the exact same time. Whatever, sprinting the last 3/4 would keep her under ten minutes at least, and she wasn't even wearing sneakers. When her bag started digging into her shoulder, Kate threw it over the other one and rounded the corner where the Avengers Tower stood in plain view.
She didn’t stop until reaching the first floor door, where she finally caught her breath and fixed her hair and clothes because years of being a Bishop taught her that she must look nothing short of presentable no matter where she went or who she met. Twenty-five seconds was all Kate was willing to spend on it and pushed through the doors and looked around briefly before settling her eyes on Clint.
“Hey,” she made a beeline toward him, smiling; not so much a greeting as it was a gesture of amusement. Did he know that lady was staring at him? Like, outright gawking? Adding insult to injury, Kate whispered, “You know she’s undressing you with her eyes, right?” Snickering behind her broadening grin, she folded her arms and shook her head. “Sorry I’m late.”