Hill tended to take the opposite direction when it came to speaking. Most of her words were ridiculously slurred. Even words that shouldn't be able to be slurred.
"Don't you Agent Hill me," she mocked, gesturing with her hands in a flailing motion, before immediately putting them back on the bar.
That had been a bad plan. It had felt like she'd let go of her anchor in a very large storm, and it took her a minute to regain her composure (or what was left of it). "Yer a workaholic, C'lson, an' tha's not happy, tha's just... busy."
Not that she was one to talk. HR had yelled at her for working too much just last week. "Okay, tha's one smile. I 'spect five more 'fore tm'row." Speaking of tomorrow...