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Alexander Aaron	The Chelsea Market is a testament to the turning point in America. When the shopping culture of the late twentieth century gave way from the enclosed air conditioned and cultivated experiences to the more open and vibrant outdoor wanderings that one can indulge in while they shop. There was for a time, after the turn of the century, a feeling to the place that had an almost homey feeling as the stores were not the most well known. But then when it gained some prominence larger names and chains moved in and created the place that is there now. Similar, but with a carefully gauged Marketability to the pristine interior.     Not, usually, a place that Alexander Aaron would wander. For in much of his life he has been a creature of impulse. Food and groceries were things that happened at times by accident. Refrigerators were mainly there for leftovers and morning meals.     Of late, however? With Summer as it is, he had been given motivation by not just one but two people for him to try his hand at cooking something beyond the handful of dishes he knew. Which had led him here, opposite the Food Network display and casually picking over some of the produce that had been brought forth by the man who ran Tartuccio's Grocery. A small cluster of tables and boxes giving the browser the idea that this might well be farm to dinner table fresh when really it's good...     But not quite as good as they'd like to imagine.     "Do the spiders cost extra?" Alexander tilted his head as he looked across toward the young woman who had been tasked to keep an eye on the produce. She gave him sort of a half-smile that was partially tolerant and partially tired. Customers, ugh. Though Alexander wasn't kidding. There were quite a few creepy crawlies on the fresh food.
Jessica Drew	The tall woman with the handmade basket over her arm doesn't fit the standard class of shopper in the Chelsea District. She is too fit, is somewhat underdressed for the average monied New York matron, and fills her jeans better than an underfed model. Red sneakers and an oversized linen shirt, dark hair caught back in a ponytail complete the look. A woman who likely has just rolled out of bed and had her first expresso and a croissant at the excellent local bakery. She overhears the spider question while eyeing a bunch of asparagus for her basket and looks up for two reasons. First, the voice is familiar, and the topic of spiders is close to her heart. Overcoming her first impulse to pretend she didn't hear him, she rounds the corner of a pillar that hid the voice's owner, "Alexander Aaron." It is not a question, but there is some disbelief in it.
Alexander Aaron	And as easily as that there he is.     And yet not.     For the young man that turns his head to catch the sight line along which lies a Jessica Drew is a good handful of inches taller. Perhaps two? Three? And his shoulders a hint broader as he cocks his head to the side. So perhaps not him, but then those hazel eyes and the ease of expression. His hair is longer, there's a scruffiness to him, yet he has that same way of looking at a person as if was having some internal discussion about the nature of existence while trying to convince himself that the other person is really dare. Casual nihilism perhaps.     But then the doubt is lost as he half-smiles, a bit of it reaching those self-same eyes. His clothing doesn't terribly stand out, white sneakers, blue jeans with the knees nearing a point where they might turn to holes, a black leather belt, a white t-shirt tucked within that hugged the contours of his athlete's frame. And finally a reddish overshirt completed his ensemble. It's when he speaks that the hesitation might well be banished.     "Miss Drew." Those eyes drift down, then up. Likely checking casually for weapons before he adds, "Coincidence or skullduggery?" He asks.     Because clearly it must be one or the other.
Jessica Drew	"One and the same. Clearly coincidence unless you have turned to more criminal activities that would make me have to report you to my superiors," she answers, challenge in her green eyes when she meets his hazel eyes, which she smoothes with a shrug. The hint of a smile shapes her mouth as she holds back the inevitable, 'my-you-have-grown' as though she were some spidery aunty from the old country. And, yet, he has changed - there is more self-assurance, certainly. "Do you usually shop this far from home? I actually go to the Village market sometimes for the produce and chicken but this is closer. So, no, I'm not tailing you, but waking up on a long awaited day off."
Alexander Aaron	The half-smile curves a little more but he gives a nod to her as she offers the idea that he might have taken to villainy. "Well, I was going to embark on a life of crime..." He turns his head to the side, looking faintly wistful before he looks back, "But it's such a nice day."     And that likely is at the least recognized. The deadpan, the ease with which he says the incredulous with all the aplomb and seriousness of a gravedigger. Though the smile might steal from it some of its severity.     Then he is walking slowly, along that display of fresh produce that is neatly set out but given small hints of chaos to make one think it was true farmstead fresh, if only so they can add the name artisanal to various things and charge twice as much for it.     "I do not." Shop this far from home. Then he looks up a little, eyebrows rising. "I usually don't do much shopping period."     He tilts his head to the side as he considers some brussel sprouts and casually pops them into one of the wire baskets near and then pulls it free. "I was going to try my hand at cooking something, though purely because of the peer pressure involved."
Jessica Drew	"I thought so!" she replies, equally deadpan until she returns his smile. "Well, lucky you. I need two espressos on a lovely day before I chase villains. You're free to go," she waves her fingers, dismissing him then shakes her head denying the dismissal with a half-smile and a shrug. "I like cooking." Unlike many professional women, she doesn't hide liking certain kinds of 'domesticity'. She likes food too much, andhas had the fortune to travel, a lot, for her work. "I'd say you have an audience for your newly discovered culinary skills," her smiles widens a bit at the tease hidden in her words. Their age difference is enough for her to feel at ease teasing him the way she would any younger agent.
Alexander Aaron	That lightly wry half-smile remains there as she oh so casually dismisses him, though it does cause him to gesture with one hand in her direction, as if freezing her in her tracks with a pointing finger. "The day you could stop my evil rampage is the day I turn in my Club Olympus membership card."     Though his smirk grows a little more as he turns away, hiding it from her for the moment at least. Though that doesn't stop him from changing the topic, "And you?"     A clever Uno reverse card.     "How have you been passing your time of late? Other than harassing perfectly upstanding citizens who dare to come across 14th street and visit the wrong side of the tracks?" That being her neighborhood, clearly.
Jessica Drew	Jess raises her hand and shakes them in fear when he points his finger at her. "Oh, please don't strike me with a pillar of salt," she squeaks, deliberately mixing up her metaphors. His origins had not immediately come to mind, his face now coming into full maturity having disarmed her. She drops the charade and asks nearly seriously, "Huh, could you drop your card? I don't expect you to stop your rampaging." She acknowledges the turnabout with a faint lift of her chin, "Scotland. The Highlands have been busy. I couldn't tell you more beyond that. Hanging with an alien until I wasn't any longer. Perfecting my cooking skills when not cross-training."
Alexander Aaron	"Lot's wife became a pillar of salt, you don't hit people with pillars of salt." Again with that deadpan voice, just a casual lazy drawl of it but tinged with a warmth that reaches his eyes. He then adds some actually pretty decent looking strawberries to his basket and finally takes up some green beans. Which, with just that eclectic assortment he seems content as he moseys in the direction of the cash register.     "I do not have a card, but I can do that magical bluetooth thing if you're so inclined." Which has him meeting her eyes with a glance, eyebrow quirked to see if she's serious. And if so, well then he fishes out his phone and casually hands it to her after swiping it enough to make it susceptible to info exchange.     Then, in regards to what she's been up to he murmurs. "Ah, secret things. I see. And an alien which is not secret."
Jessica Drew	The correction about Lot's wife earns him a nose-wrinkle and an elaborate eye roll. "These look good," she takes a basket to add to her basket and adds some nearby spring onions. After squinting at the beans, she decides to add them, too. "I'm never home enough to finish everything, but I have two days off!" A moment of thought before she reaches her fingers into her back pocket and extracts her phone. "The magical fist bump?" She hides her surprise with another shrug and a nod, then swipes her phone open. "Okay. And aliens are always secret."
Alexander Aaron	"Still?" Alexander asks about the aliens even as he settles with his choices and extends the basket to one of the helpers out there with he grocer as his order is rung up. He makes a gesture toward Jessica's as well and says something low, though likely covering for her spring onions and whatever else she chooses to purchase. Then he's paying.     "You'd figure with all the craziness we've had that people would be more accepting of the alien thing." Which has him looking thoughtful for a time as he then advance along and...     Is eventually handed a paper bag that he tucks into his side supporting with one arm. He steps back since now it's her turn.     "So are you still top of your game, or have the many... many many years you've lived started to take their toll on you." And that is when his smile appears, a small one, wry. Rare these days.
Jessica Drew	"Be kind to your elders, young-un," she replies with a thick Yorkshire accent and bares her teeth at his smirk. "Still as modest as you've always been?" Her light British accent, difficult to place after so many years in the US is back in place as raises her chin haughtily, smiles briefly then shrugs. "Things have changed. There was an accident a few years back that a few of us were caught in." Card in hand, she stops and watches the clerk ring up her groceries which she arranges to her liking in the basket she brought with her. She taps her card and puts the basket over her arm. "Well, it was odd running into you, ah, Alex. Maybe we will run into each other again." A bit awkwardly, she looks up and down the corridor lined with shops and takes a tentative step in the direction of her next destination.
Alexander Aaron	"An accident," He asks, giving her not one lick of social help in allowing his body language to dictate one way or another which way he might be going, or even if he had any inclination about continuing or ending their conversation. Though his pale eyes have a hint of amusement to them as he gives her another once-over, as if looking for a full body cast that she must have hidden from him somehow.     But then he turns, and starts walking to the side, dropping his backpack from his shoulder and unzipping it to place the grocery bag inside. Once it's settled he zips it back up with the whir of metal teeth before he swings it back into place on his shoulder.     "You should tell me about it." Then while he's making dictatorial commands his smile returns, though it's an easily given thing and realizing how he must have sounded. "And you should walk this way. Because I say so. Cuz I am the boss."     Which alright he is no such thing.
Jessica Drew	The sidelong look he receives has all the weight of 'you-imperious-little-dictator' in it, then she smiles, nearly laughing despite herself. "Should I now? Well, not here." Does she actually glance up at the security cameras that are trained on the shoppers? Spies - you can't take them anywhere without all that subterfuge following them. "Well, I was going for a second round of coffee which I can take out. I slept in and haven't shaken the luxury off yet, then we can find a bench someplace if you have nothing that will perish."
Alexander Aaron	"Not a thing," Is his reply as he continues to walk with that casual pace of his, and he at the least has the wherewithal as an 'operative' of sorts not to follow her casual glance existent or no. He just nods and walks, and seems to be making his way down the hall, though there is indeed a curve off to the side that leads to the exterior. Then another toward a chain coffee and fresh bread shop.     Either might work.     Though for now he strolls along, "I don't think I recall you ever taking a day off before." Though his brow furrows, "I mean, I'm sure you must have. Just it was never a thing mentioned."
Jessica Drew	The last comment requires a moment of thought, "My, you are a bit out of the loop," she observes and then flashes him a smile in apology. "I -am- being mysterious. I will catch you up as much as I can. First, let's nip in for that coffee and something divinely fresh and go find a bench on the river. Okay?" The smart bakery owners vent the smell of whatever is baking in their suite of ultra-fancy French ovens. A baker is rolling newly risen baguettes out of their canvas slings onto trays and sliding them into the oven while another slides hot batards onto a tray for the counter display. They line up once again.
Alexander Aaron	"But of course," Alexander's answer is easily delivered, and he walks along with her now as she leads the way, taking the initiative to wander into that baked goods store and queue them up right proper for their orders to be placed. Though, to be fair, he begs off when the person at the counter asks for an order. For in this one, singular, solitary moment, Jessica is in command. For now.     Though it isn't all silence and casual passive resentment at her taking so long to hem and haw over whatever particular thing takes her attention. Instead he says sidelong, "I spoke with some other mutual acquaintances recently."     SHIELD people, most likely.     "I apparently ruffled some feathers when I wandered off as I did." Since if she can't talk about things until they reach some measure of solitude he offers his own insight.     Though once she gets her order he wanders along with her towards the outside.
Jessica Drew	"Seems to be your forte," comes after a brief moment of thought. Croissant are bagged and two fruit tarts are boxed for them and added to her basket. "Let's makes this fast. There is a break in the line. Know what you want?" Oddly, she is impatient to hear how he ruffled feathers, not having been privy to whatever was behind it. She has never loved shopping and wants out of the place with its trendy displays and shoppers.
Alexander Aaron	"I'm good, thank you." He answers her and then gives a smile to the person at the counter, though he does after a moment or two take up a bottle of water from the ice box and sets it on the counter, so that he at least has something to drink as they make ready to depart.     It doesn't take too terribly long, an exchange of money for goods and then they're back in that uber hallway with all the other stores. Then it's to the double doors that lead outside, which he steps ahead a little to open it for her instinctively, the muscle memory ingrained and only following after her once she's clear.     Then a casual stroll until they're away from the shopping mecca and closer to that nearby park, though not quite into it yet. More walking along the wrought iron fence that lines a part of it. At least they can see the greenery and the trees, however. "Tell me your thing first."
Jessica Drew	Having a door held for her is not a given for her, of late. There is a brief moment of finding her stride again once they pass the doors. Anticipating the park, she walks contentely by his side until his question. She ducks her head to a bench in answer without speaking. They walk past a mother pushing a stroller, a couple demonstrating not one wit of modestly in public, typical for New Yorker, until she claims the next bench. Jess has no glib patter about'The Accident' as she terms it despite the long debriefings the agents went through so remains quiet, breathing the morning air under the trees before she begins. "Well, I'd rather it was you first. I think part of it is declassified or still something you'd know about. It happened right before the end of the Hydra business which was hushed up and SHIELD got the agency back under control. There was a last bid for control and they pulled out all the stops and poisoned a subway station with terrigen. SHIELD's fault, obviously or so it was intended to be." Her mouth twists wryly at her last words. "A few of us got caught in it. A few of us died and a few of us didn't."
Alexander Aaron	The Olympian youth seems unflappable as he walks, definitely more at ease than perhaps when they last spoke. He had a casual way of observing the world that might provide a hint of... quiet to him. Or perhaps it's more distance. Yet he smiles a little as they wander past the various other souls that wander the park. It's not until they take a seat on the bench that he lets his backpack fall.     And then his attention is fully on her.     She mentions Hydra business and then the subway station. And Terrigen? That has his eyebrows rise.     "I'm not familiar with that," A word he hasn't heard before, and to be fair he doesn't know much about Inhumans at all. "Are you alright? It didn't injure you did it?"
Jessica Drew	The agent shrugs, head tilted to one side as she brushes it off in typical stiff-upper lip style. "It was a bit of a shock at first. Terrigen is a mutagen brought to us by friendly aliens. There, I've gone and done it and told you something out of your paygrade." She huffs a laugh, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, right? I'm fine, I came through it with some new skills, so to speak," she says, with a finger tap to each wrist but no explanation. "Now, -who- did you ruffle and -how-?"
Alexander Aaron	Lips parting in a silent 'ah' of understanding, then his head tilts to the side slightly as if to pass judgment on that Terrigen thing by seeming to take... not a huge amount of interest in it. As if she told him about a new flavor of Gatorade. Hey that's great but... orange is fine for him.     "Spoke with Daisy when I wandered back, also ran into Morse the other day," Alexander offers that as answer though his eyes do drift down to her wrists when she lightly gestures to them, then those pale hazel eyes return to her own irises as he considers.     "Disappearing for a year and some with my father did sort of... violate our conditions on the agreement with have with your boss-type folks." He turns on the bench to face her directly, one knee sliding up on the seat between them and his arm across the back of the benchseat.     "But I think they were glad to know what happened."
Jessica Drew	He had never been a subject of speculation among the agents who can be terrible gossips. His name had surfaced a few times to shrugs and in some cases, knowing glances. She glances at him out of the side of her eye, glad to be left off the hook, needing no further explanation. "Well, good on them. They know how to treat an asset and they both are fundamentally decent people. If they have the final word on it, you'll be back if that's what you'd like." She turns toward him on the bench, propping one knee on it to anchor herself in place. "So, what were you doing with father for a year?"
Alexander Aaron	At that he does smile, a slight twist to the corner of his mouth as he looks away toward the gate and that iron fencing, then along the way to a couple walking their dog. His own situational awareness is there, it's good, as she's likely a good judge of such things. But then his attention returns.     "There was a gathering on Olympus." He says that calmly, not loudly but not lowering his voice. Since likely few would think he meant the mythical mountaintop. "Scions, from around the world. A competition of sorts between various favored children. It was..." Those pale eyes distance, "A hassle. A lot of arguing between the elders. Posturing. Empty threats. Arguments if I should even be allowed there, then the challenges started."     Shaking his head, "Hermes' daughter didn't make it at one point and he didn't even care. Never showed up. She died looking for him." A slight shake of his head as his features tighten. Then he looks back to her.     "So a bunch of us said 'screw this' and we went to Hades' realm to find her. Ditched the last day of the competition and brought her back with us. We got back to Olympus and everyone was mad. Except my dad, he was laughing."
Jessica Drew	They both are hyperaware of their surroundings, their training and their innate abilities at play. She follows his gaze, discreetly scanning the dog walkers and others in the park while remaining relaxed. His new poise intrigues her, she puts an elbow on the back of the bench and watches him speak with a faint smile playing on her lips. "Not to joke, but that all sounds wearying and over my head, except for the Hades part which must have been hellish." She looks smug at her bad jokes, "Nice to have Dad on your side, I imagine. Did the others have much to say about your exploits?"
Alexander Aaron	Scrunching one eye up she can tell that something doesn't sit easy with him. His eyes distanced past her for a time as he tilted his head a little one way and then the other while he worried at the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. Until finally he refocuses on her and murmurs, "There was a... kerfluffle." A highly technical term, "Because I was there. All the other competitors were... demi-gods, children of their parents. They were... at a different point of their existence. While I had already..."     He stops for a moment, frowns a little, then pushes past whatever gave him that momentary hesitation, "I've already taken a role as one of the Gods of Olympus. So let me put it into terms you'd probably understand and have taken part of in before."     Which might give her insight enough to see the amused glimmer in his eyes as he offers his simile, "It'd be like you going down to the new recruit training area and beating the tar out of all of them, then cackling as you ran off with all their wallets."     Since clearly that is something she's wont to do.
Jessica Drew	Perfect comparison for the meathead mutant grunt. Godhood will certainly give a man poise, she reflects. Jess leans back momentarily at his revelation, words out of her mouth before good sense edits them, "Should I genuflect?" Her green eyes widen in horror at herself and she mutters an apology, despite his smile and her sense that he is firmly seated in his new role. "Sorry, sorry. I know better and I hope it is what you want. Were their wallets stuffed and the kerfuffle worth it?"
Alexander Aaron	"I mean," Alexander says as she makes her so cleve comment, "Couldn't hurt your chances." Which he says with some casual aplomb, not offended at the least but still with that utterly at ease manner. Yet the twist of his lip is there and it's a warm thing at the least.     "I lost, disqualified. Everyone who went to save Verra was disqualified. Which we didn't mind, since Athena's youngest won because of that and he was..." Alexander shakes his head and smiles a little, "Like I can't stand my family for the most part, but he was a good kid."     And there, she is now caught up on the kerfluffle. "All in all, it was long, exhausting, obnoxious. But... I think it was a good experience."     Then he nudges her knee with his own, "And now your turn."
Jessica Drew	"My turn, what? To ascend to Olympus and take my rightful place. Terrigen doesn't do that to you," she says with a a laugh, aware that they seemed to have turned a corner. "Some people think their rightful place is on a pedestal and they are the ones that keep us busy. Not that Daisy and others aren't equal to the task." Head back, eyes closed, she basks in the sunlight slanting through the trees. She opens her eyes and say a bit bashfully, "I can shoot webs now. It's handy, better than zip ties and ropes, I must say."
Alexander Aaron	"Hey, I would look good on a pedestal," A short sharp nod is given in regard to that, but then he quickly moves on to her confession.     "Oh?" Another glance down toward her wrists as she had that subconscious glance earlier, but he sees little out of the ordinary. He looks back up, eyebrow quirking but he doesn't press the matter. What will out will out at its own pace and time.     "Can Spider-Man sue you for copyright infringement?" As he says this his smile goes crooked but he holds up a hand as if to stay any protest. "That's interesting though, though you never told me much about..." He gestures a little, likely trying to encompass the... everything that is Jessica Drew's past.
Jessica Drew	"No, you think you would look good on a pedestal," she replies quickly with a grimaced smile. "Make sure it's not the kind of thing that someone can kick out from under you." The pained smile becomes a grin that she no longer holds back as she relaxes with him by increments. Jess tracks his gaze to her wrists and takes her arm off the back of the bench to put them side by side, bottom side up for him to inspect. The initial redness and swelling is long gone leaving her with a small spinneret at the base of each hand. "Spiderman uses tech so I guess he has the copyright on that. These are all mine, not that I asked for them." Lowering her head, she studies her wrists with him, two kids comparing gnarly scars. "Took me a while to get used to them."
Alexander Aaron	There's a tilt of his head one way, then the other as he leans forward and extends a hand to lightly curve fingertips around her wrist. Just a small turn so he can look a little closer, then lightly brushes the pad of his thumb over the surface. "That's strange,"     He murmurs quietly as he considers, then draws his hand back. "And this mist did this to you?" Though he did hear her the first time. It's not incredulity that urges him to mention that, more perhaps seeking information in that regard.     "Once, a long time ago, there was a creature of the dreaming I believe that trapped me in a place it created. And for some reason while I was there I had wings." He lifts his eyes to hers, "Sometimes when I sleep I have them again and can remember the feeling."
Jessica Drew	Jess's eyes widen and she unconsciously holds her breath, but the moment of complicity keeps her still when he touches the spinneret. Not even SHIELD's medical team could touch her without her having to quell a flinch. "Yes, the mist is strange stuff, a super adapter that works on expressing a person's genetic structure. It often kills people with already mutated genes. They don't know why some people simply die." Forehead close to his, she raises her eyes to his,as he tells her about the creature's dream gift. Gift comes first to mind over curse. "Don't get exposed to the mist, you might come out of it looking like Pegasus."
Alexander Aaron	His lip curves, a slight exhale is heard softly. If it was given a little more energy it might be something akin to a laugh, but more just quiet now. He looks up and then shifts a little in his seat. "I have no intention to get exposed to it, already have enough craziness in my life."     Another silent laugh as he looks away, then back. "You know..."     He lifts his chin a little, if only to affect the 'looking down one's nose' look as he says, "You never apologized for giving me a hard time in that cross-interrogation." Those two years ago after all.
Jessica Drew	He effectively scotches the childlike moment of wonder. Jess straightens, pulling her exposed wrists back. Eyes narrowed, lips flattened in a mixture of disapproval and faint disappointment at him spoiling their fun, she observes, "I never apologize for doing my job well. Did I hurt your feelings so badly?" The question balanced between a challenge and a desire to know if she had really upset him.
Alexander Aaron	That is one of the infuriating things about him, especially now that he seems all the more at ease as she looks up finally at the end there trying to gauge his expression. She'll see those pale hazel eyes, that subtle golden glimmer in their depths, a mirror reflecting back that hint of disapproval and disappointment.     And then she says those words, hovering there between aggression and compassion, a gauntlet of velvet thrown between them. And he takes it up, though it's with that smile that grows, easily bidden and brought forth as it lights his features and his nose... crinkles ever so slightly.     "No, you did a good job. I was curious how much was tactics and how much was an act. How much you really wanted to tag one on me or how much you were enjoying the excuse to glower at me all willy nilly."     Then he has the gall to add, "It was fun." The jerk.
Jessica Drew	With a faint snort, Jess cuts her eyes away then back to lock her gaze with his. Laughing, she says,"You loved the attention." More soberly, she reveals, "There was a moment I was inclined to let you cool your heels for a day or two in a long time out. But, I would have had to justify it." With a dismissive wave of her hand, a grin wrinkles her nose,, "And that, takes paperwork I was too lazy to do. I couldn't tell my superiors it was because you were insufferable and deserved it."
Alexander Aaron	"To be fair, it was a tough time," Alexander says as he straightens, leaning back against the bench with his arm resting along the back of it. "First time I... really felt angry. And I was still feeling it after the fact." Which has his eyes distancing for a moment as he remembers that time and those feelings.     "I didn't love the attention." His brow knits as he looks at her, "More... I was unrepentant about my nature in that moment. I felt like... 'yes this happened, I am a monster, leave me alone.'"     Then he shakes his head a little, "And if you put me in solitary I would've broken out." So there.
Jessica Drew	"The Greeks are tricksy like that." Her forehead wrinkles faintly as she wonder why Greeks instead of Gods but she doesn't voice the discomfort, instead waits out his reaction. "So breaking out would have made things worse for you, all around." Remembering, her green eyes lose their sharp focus on him as she looks into the distance. Coming back to the moment, "SHIELD is very forgiving of the people they consider valuable. We are not the white hats we would like the public to believe we are. It can get very grey when it suits our goals."
Alexander Aaron	"But," Alexander says about his breaking out, "That would have been fun, and I would have loved the attention." As he says that last is when his smile broadens and she can see the gleam of amusement reach his eyes, even as he sits there with such ease and watches her as she drifts toward reflection.     "I have been taught that most forms of government are far from white hats, and agencies connected to them less so. But as people, you and yours are not bad."
Jessica Drew	"What!" affecting dramatic shock and dismay. "Nothing like a good ICER chase to make someone's day." Shaking her head, laughter in her voice, "Who, I wonder, would have handed who their butts to who? And, you were well-taught, no glossing over things and making them pretty. And yes, yes we are, not so bad."