Riley? She found herself wishing for an emergency of some sort. She felt horribly guilty for it, of course, but...she needed to do something. Anything to keep herself from thinking about the stupid fucking drama in her own life. That was supposed to be one of the good things about work, wasn't it? Having time to escape your personal life?
Honestly, though, she did love her job and she couldn't wait for an opportunity to do more with it. Hence why she spent her nights taking psychology classes. She wanted to be a criminal profiler. To be able to insight into the minds of murderers, to help solve crimes instead of showing up with a gun when needed? Yeah, she was more than a little excited about the prospect. Maybe she was just a geek. Meh, whatevs.
She looked up at him when he turned to talk to her. She hadn't had anything interesting going on, so she'd been taking the free moment to study for a test tonight. She paused for a minute, then smirked at him. "I was counting the number of times you bounced that damned ball of the wall, then multiplying it by five thousand, two hundred and eighty miles to figure out the depth of my hatred for you. I lost count though. Dash it all." Arguing was a good way to pass the time, right?