"There's the carbonara pasta, I don't trust the fish dish, it's been too long. There might be some beef stir fry," she listed and walked in after him. Settling on the pasta, she poured herself some red to go with it. Considering the swish of the wine, she nodded with a decision. "There's a few old passwords if you need access to the database. I only cancelled your first two to soothe the committee's feathers." She did just give the enemy access to the database of the largest intelligence agency. What the hell, wasn't like she was expecting to retire or anything.