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Cindy Moon	The SHIELD Triskelion food court was a bustling hub of agents, operatives, and scientists, all grabbing their lunches with brisk efficiency. The hum of voices, the clatter of trays, and the sharp aroma of dozens of food varieties hung heavily in the air. At the entrance stood Cindy Moon, wearing the fresh badge of a new recruit. It glinted under the overhead lights, but its shine was dimmed by the trepidation that clouded her eyes. To an outsider, she might've looked composed -- just another agent grabbing lunch. But there was an unmistakable hesitancy in her stance. She lingered just outside the main buffet line, her eyes flitting between the different sections of food and the bustling crowd. Rather than diving right in, she seemed to be observing, waiting, and taking mental notes on the food court's unspoken etiquette. Unlike her all-black outfit from the auction, she was wearing a green blouse with her black slacks and flats, today. No mask of any kind, and she has her hair pulled up into a ponytail that's secured with a stark white scrunchie (that seems a little... thready -- is that /webbing/?). After the events of the auction (which had heavily included Richard and no doubt given him a front-row seat to exactly what she was capable of), she'd identified herself to SHIELD agents as Silk. She explained that she'd stolen an invitation to try to rescue the doctor from AIM. Well, one thing had led to another, and after just a few days, Cindy Moon was one of the newest recruits. She didn't reveal her 'secret identity' until after she'd decided to officially apply, but her in the Triskelion, she didn't seem shy at all about showing her face (or wearing the ID badge). Much of her clearance was still pending the rest of her background check, but she was at least allowed to get food when she wanted some. And judging by the hungry look in her eye, she definitely wanted some.
Richard Stadler	"I'd stick with a Chicken Caesar and the macaroni salad. Good balance of protein, fat, and carbs, and I imagine this is going to be a long day that needs the energy." It didn't take long for Richard to clock the young woman approaching the cafeteria looking lost on where to go; He wouldn't blame her; the entire place was rather confusing for a first timer (and almost included him), and especially for a kid. A little direction couldn't hurt, in this case. So a quick jaunt over to speak unexpected from the crowd behind her. "Honestly, didn't expect to see you here after a debrief..." He notes, before nodding to indicate the access badge she was wearing. "Though that probably explains why. Just go through onboarding?" He asks. If she doesn't object, he keeps to her side as she makes a choice in where to go in the line. An occasional glance is given to his own tray of food at a two top just a short distance away. Not that anyone would take it, but you never could be too careful on overzealous janitorial staff in a place like this.
Cindy Moon	The best thing about Cindy's Silk-Sense is that it was /fantastic/. It picked up EVERYTHING. Some guy lost his earbuds a few blocks away? On it! Girl just broke up with her beau? Felt it! Kid fell down and scraped his knee? Silk is on her way! The worst thing about Cindy's Silk-Sense is that it was /awful/. It picked up EVERYTHING. That scientist can't find a paper in his file? Felt it. Some other new kid lost their rookie ID badge? Yep. Some frustrated line cook in the back is about to throw a... *CLANG*. That too. So, when Richard speaks up behind her, Cindy actually jumps a little. Because apparently she's also a small, Asian jumping spider. "OhMyGodWarnAPerson!" The words come out in a hasty string with no spaces between them, but when she wheels on the man, her smile turns from panicked surprise to warmth. "Uh.. yeah. MJ gave me a tour." Pause. "I mean... Agent Watson." That was going to take some getting used to. With Richard buy her side, for better or worse, she actually seemed /more/ comfortable stepping up into the line, grabbing a tray, and collecting some things. The Chicken Caesar. The macaroni salad. A slice of pizza. A plate of fries. A bowl of fruit. A slice of pie. And a glass of lemonade... make it two. And once she had it all gathered, with no cashier to visit, she seemed to be searching for a place to sit. "I wasn't expecting to see /you/ again so soon. Do you work here? In the Triskelion, I mean?"
Richard Stadler	Richard Stadler actually seems a bit surprised at the jump himself, though he shouldn't have been. He didn't warn a person, after all. "Ahh, easy. Sorry for scaring you there. I really need the opportunity to work on my stalking." He notes, looking her over as she grabs a suggested item. And another. And another. A little concerning, this one. "I appreciate the professionalism, though. Don't worry about it too much. This is... an electic group, if I've ever seen one. Some of the people here like the familiarity. There's just a certain time and place where you have to switch on into a professional mindset, where 'Agent Watson' is mandatory." He notes, before she finishes her pick up. "Lord, I wish I still had that kind of metabolism." As she moves to look for a place to sit, he gestures for her to follow him, leading her to a nearby table where his own food was waiting. Simple things. A roast beef sandwich, a green salad, and what looked to be a yogurt. "Oh, I'm all over the place, but no, I don't work here. I teach high school." He notes, taking a quick bite of the sandwich. "This place beats painting houses during the summer."
Cindy Moon	Wait.. his /stalking/? "Woah. Easy tall, dark, and inappropriate. Don't be a creeper. I've seen people get webbed up over stuff like that." Definitely because she was the one webbing them up. Still, it's said with a playfully girlish grin on her lips, the smile reaching all the way up to touch her eyes. Then she clears her throat, though, and at least has the decency to look a /little/ embarrassed when the conversation switches to professionalism. "Sorry, Mr. Stalker. I mean Stadler. Um... Doctor Stadler?.. Agent Stadler? I'm /really/ not good at this, yet." Then he's guiding her over to his table and her smile beams again. "Oh, thanks. Yeah. My metabolism's crazy. You know. Spider-stuff. Plus, I make my own webs, so I really have to recharge when I can. I can feel it when they start to get low." She slides the tray down onto table in front of the empty hair and sits, crossing her legs under the table. "Oh! Cool! You teach high school and I never finished it. Small world. I should probably do that, at some point. I wonder if I can get like an honorary diploma for being a SHIELD agent. That seems like it would be less of a pain in the..." She smiles. "Sorry.. right. Professionalism. Painting houses, though Is that really what teachers do during summer break? That sounds... awful."
Richard Stadler	"That admittedly doesn't sound pleasant; the webbing, I mean. I do bad enough in a pair of zip ties. But to clear up some confusion, not that type of stalking. Sneaking around without someone noticing is an applicable skill set here." His own smile doesn't move toward anything close to a grin, more a quirk of his lips. "Easy on it. You'll get better, certainly. Though I can't say I like the idea of just grabbing someone with special capabilities and moving toward OJT. World's a bit too dangerous for that these days, I suppose." He notes, before giving a pointed look. "Just so long as it's not Statler. I've gotten more than one person who gets cute and and adds Waldorf to that. Mr. Stadler works just fine." He moves to flick the badge hanging from the right side of his suite jacket. "I'm just a consultant here, myself. T Though... he's peering more critically after her latest words. "You- All right, put a bin in the metabolic questions. There's a lot of interesting points on how there created, your sense of perception for it, later. You didn't finish High School?" He notes. "That's-" He's silent for a moment, hands up to his face in a pensive pose. "No, no. No honorary diploma's for something like that. Just hard work with an adult school and a GED. Which you will be doing. I assume." Funny, adding 'I assume' didn't make it feel like any sort of question. "And that's just a bit of a joke, by the way. Some teachers need to make ends meet during the summer; my own expenses are offset enough that this all goes toward side projects."
Cindy Moon	"Oh, it's not so bad from my side of things." Cindy started picking at her fries, and smile seems nearly perpetual, humor constantly glinting in her eyes. It makes her seem even younger than her twenty-one years, but there's also the excitement of just... being here. With a badge. Lifting a particularly long fry to her lips, she nipped it off with her front teeth and chewed while she continued talking. "Better than taking someone without abilities and doing it," she says. "Besides, the whole reason I didn't finish high school was because the guy that trained me sort of took up /all/ of my time. But, I mean, I've been freelancing this stuff for years. Might as well try to turn it into some sort of a career, right? How much harder can it be than doing it all on my own?" Well, on her own was relative. There was a big difference between webbing up a couple of burglars by herself and taking down the kinds of threats that SHIELD faces. Though, she was at the auction by herself. She was busy shoving pizza in her pie hole when Richard said something that made her pause. /Which you will be doing./ It brought a little heat to her cheeks, and she chewed her bite quickly, then wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Yes, sir." Was that an answer or an 'I will comply?' Hard to tell. Despite herself, though, she seemed a bit more demure after that, as if the tone in his voice alone had reminded her that just because they weren't in a classroom setting didn't mean he wasn't still an authority figure. And she was just Cindy, not Silk, in that moment. Silk could be mouthy to anyone and get away with it under that mask. Cindy had responsibilities. "Can I ask what do you do for SHIELD? Besides.. go to auctions?"
Richard Stadler	Stadler gives a slow nod to the answer, regretting his tone just a bit, but still pressing on. "I'd argue that if you didn't have abilities, to be honest, you shouldn't be here. Plenty of places these days a standard issue twenty something can get some experience if they're looking for." He notes, before leaning back a bit, and taking a forkful of salad. It's enough of a pause to ease the tension just a bit. "That's understandable. I know a lot of kids who happen to walk into powers at a young age, and learning to control them and utilize them is urgent. Is there a reason you didn't go back afterward, though? New York at least has things open until you're 21." He's a teacher. He certainly knows some things. "In any case, this is the part where you'll want to be professional. The missions are going to be both more dangerous and have higher stakes. Failure means more than someone getting robbed or a single person dying. It means hundreds might die. It sounds hyperbolic, but it's not." But that demure attitude has him give a little bit of a sigh. "And... I may be coming off strong for your first day, and I'm sure you'll get enough of that. My apologies. As for what I do, well. Help out. I've got a little bit of an education in the life sciences, so there's a few things I can offer advice on. Last we met, they just needed someone with a little experience to confirm the doctor's bonafides. Thankfully I've shot a gun once or twice, so I'm able to take car of myself."
Cindy Moon	Cindy knew stepping by to see Peter earlier in the day was going to be a bad idea, but after that went even more horrifically than she'd expected, she'd come to SHIELD to try to get her mind off of it. Unfortunately, for as bubbly as she was trying to be, it was still easy for her to pick out the things she 'wanted' to hear. And even as she listened, she reached up and touched the scrunchie in her hair. Her mind was still two places at once. /You shouldn't be here./ /Is there a reason you didn't go back?/ /It means hundreds might die./ Each one hit her like a bullet to the ego. And even though she heard them in context, it was easy for her brain to take them out of context given how abysmally she'd already handled one of her few friendships. If it even was that. Peter said it was, but... God, he'd been so anxious to get away from her he literally fell off of the edge of a high-rise. "Huh?" Cindy blinks at the piece of fruit that had been dangling from her fork. "Sorry. I.. sort of.. spaced." Figures she'd space at the 'hundreds might die' part. "Um.. I guess I've just been sort of.. busy." She must have been talking about going back to school. "I got a job as an intern at the Daily Planet. But, I need to figure out if I have to give that up, now that I'm in SHIELD. Anyway, that took up most of my days. Then there's the whole Silk thing that I do after work. Not a lot of time for classes." She smiles a bit, but it's definitely more muted than before. "Got it, though. I'll be sure to bring my A-game." Which apparently included spacing out in the middle of a conversation. "Pretty cool that you get to teach /and/ do secret spy stuff, though."
Richard Stadler	Stadler, for his part, wasn't socially inept enough to miss the signs of the young woman across from him having something else on her mind, and when she comes back from it, the look through the glasses is more than a little stern. At least until she apologizes. At that point, he does sigh a bit, and lifts said spectles just a bit higher to rub the bridge of his nose "No... that's all right. Admittedly, this is a lot to take in. And it's one of the reason's I lament the lack of an academy. "I've done a little reading in my spare time; old guy like me gravitates toward a good deal of war stufff, you can imagine. And the one thing I can respect about the military in relation to this is basic training. You go there, taken away from home to a place steeped in lore, with people designed to break you down and build you back up. You have the luxury of being able to change between what you were before," He says, his hands moving to one side, before smoothly moving to another. ", and what you are after. You don't get that here, so you're going to need to exercise discipline to detemrine your priorities." He grimaces a bit. "And that's a good thing to bring up. I'm primarily a teacher, I should make that clear. That's the route I've decided to go. For now." The slight conflict on his face is smoothed over to the point one would be hard pressed to see it was ever there. "But the 'spy stuff'- I'm not a spook, but that muddies the waters, does take a significant amount of time; not to mention all the other self-imposed tasks. I'm not saying you can't be a Daily Planet Intern, and train to be an agent, and conduct agent duties, /and/ get your high school diploma, /and/ get out there every night. But you may need to think about, again, where your priorities are; you can only bring your A-Game to so many places."