Jessica looked at the file and the agent dryly, and then behind her to the hallway where the yelling was coming from. "I suppose Brand wants it done, like, now?" she asked and stood from her desk, grabbing her jacket. Marching over to the altercation, she grabbed the angry tiny alien by his suit's collar and lifted Rocket from his prey. "Alright, alright, blood splatter does not improve cafeteria food," she announced, heading to the gate. "Shall we go annoy another planet, Rocket? Let's."