glad you caught the important part. ” a glance flicked away before resuming、tone offhand with purpose. “ before we start breaking bones and bruisin’ egos— ” a nod of his chin toward the kitchenette、“ —you got anything in you yet .ᐣ coffee. food. 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. ”
he huffs a quiet breath; a half-born scoff、dulled by the corner of his mouth quirking upward in response. he straightens up a notch、shoulders rolling in a militaristic habit.
“ yeah. training、” he confirms. “ better we figure crap out sooner rather than later. ⠀⠀﹠
chipped-polish nails rake through messy blonde tresses, stood there in her simple sweats.
“mm, i caught most of that,” she replies smoothly with a half-tilted smirk leveled at john. “training, yes? we need to do more of it before we get our asses kicked out there.”
“-might get the team to at least master eachother’s tells by our next op— ”
pausing mid-statement、eyebrow slightly lifting. amusement comes forth when he clocks her current state.
“ you tracking、or you still need to get a cup of joe first .ᐣ ”