"Then ask to use the fucking bathroom when you walk her to her door for your chaste pussy-ass goodnight kiss on the cheek," Fury snapped back. "You're on a fucking mission, you should've been going through her bag the second she walked away. And coming up with your own ways to get into her apartment, christ." Annoyed, he reached over to pick a tomato from Sitwell's salad and pop it into his mouth, then turned to sweep the objects on the table haphazardly back into the purse and lay it back below her seat. "If we don't get this thing we are really seriously fucked."