Jess rolled her eyes back, sympathetically. "I second this, death threats from space should be micromanaged to an inch of their lives. Brand will be so happy for the extra work and then we can schedule everyone's vacations better."
"Oooh, you might achieve the rank of Sargeant 'Still don't give a shit, talks too much'," she countered and dived past the big lump of wreckage. While he was laser-glaring at Carol, she launched at the back of his head with a fist. "Ooo and where are you two going this time? Something in Paris or some foamy-burger modernist cuisine ?"