"Last I saw, the point of more girls was so you could watch a few or swap out." She grinned and sighed. "At least, that's how it is with my fantasies about sports teams." Moving to grab the berry vodka, she chuckled. "Before I got here, I worked with the FBI in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'm an information analyst there. ... I'm the hacker girl Friday." She grinned and handed him the bottle. "I do the same thing here for whatever the British FBI thinger is called. It's icky and gross most of the time, but I help make it so bad people can't hurt other people again and bring some comfort to families. It's important."
Leaning against the counter, she smiled at him. "What about you, how do you know Andy?"