"Remind me to hose that room down after the meeting," Ophelia announced to her batman, watching the camera feed. "Before all that excessive testosterone soaks into the wood and stains. I'd hate to have to remodel that room so soon." Well, any more time alone and they'd start circling and growling.
The doors opened in the conference room and she waltzed in without a care. "So good to see you all again," she declared and sank into her chair. Her drink was offered and she took the flute. "So, we have a child in charge of SHIELD and almost doing our work for us. How lovely."