Yes. Well. This isn't my office, is it? [ not wholly, not completely, good lord she's never had a proper office her whole life. just desks pushed up against other desks. makeshift work spaces made out of tidy beds.

she shuts the door behind her. ]

Besides, it would do us all a favour if you made a point to knock more often than you bust in through windows.

[ she, too, is gently skirting the subject of steve rogers. ]