MCCOY & JANE
McCoy sighed. "Strange, inexplicable explosions? Sounds like Orange county." He nodded and listened, and then lifted one hand to rub a finger over his chin. "Gwen Stacy? I read her file. She'll be fine." He added. "I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."
When she asked about his work, he glanced down the hall. "I'm sure there's something they need me for. But it was good to see you, Jane," he added, giving her something of a smile. "Don't be a stranger."