Neena smiled cheerfully as she waltzed in and waved two greasy bags at the three of them. "This makes a lot more sense too why they got my lunch order so freaking wrong. Okay, I bet the hot sauce and bacon one is yours, girl. And Mr. Pretty Agent, hmmmm, I'd bet is the all-american type," she continued and opened her bags. "But chili fries on the side, too. Little trouble maker, huh?"
Walking over to Nathan, she smiled with a wink. "So, job?"