"Not surprised." Her father was a general. Negotiating with him was like negotiating with a rock. Red continued to sip her drink, her brow raised with a blank stare fixed on Nick for a while before she set her drink down and sighed. "Fine." The Director at least tried to be accommodating, it wasn't his fault the military were so fussy. Her eyes wandered back over to the line where that nervous agent who'd come up to them just moments ago stood. "I want him on the surveillance squad," she requested, jerking her straw toward him. Turning her bright gaze on Nick, brows raised. "What? I can be friendly," she said, stealing some of his fries, popping them into her mouth and grinning.