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†claralivng:

Shit. “Okay, there’s, hum –” Clara’s eyebrows furrowed in confused, a sheepish smile on her lips. “– there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. I promise.” The young agent said as she noticed she wasn’t quite as alone as she thought she was. Maybe, just maybe, Clara underestimated just how weird seeing someone throwing burnt cupcakes into a trash can from a distance can seem like, to a mind that didn’t have the full backstory. “I tried to bake some cupcakes, I burnt them and I thought –” the brunette started to say as she stood up, putting the half full tray on the floor. “– hey, why not train my aim with this batch? See I told you there was a good explanation.” Clara finished, dusting her hands.

Diana raised an eyebrow and let the corner of her mouth quirk up into the hint of a smile. The sight of a fellow agent throwing burnt cupcakes across the room certainly wasn’t one she was expecting when she wandered into the kitchen in search of a quick snack. She hadn’t meant to stare, but running as little sleep as she was ( how could she be expected to sleep in a time like this? ) Diana must have slipped and done just that, half-wondering if she was losing it and beginning to hallucinate as she watched the younger agent lob burnt cupcakes. “Right,” she said as the explanation finished. “I... suppose that makes sense,” she said, crossing the kitchen to the cupboards now that there were no flying cupcakes to dodge. “Why were you making cupcakes, anyway?” she asked, still not entirely convinced this wasn’t some sort of grief and sleep deprival induced delusion she was having.

#( convo. )#( clara.01 )

emiliamariamartinez:

“Hi.” Emilia nodded in greeting as she entered the room, acknowledging the other woman. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be here this late, so she was surprised to run into another Agent. There was a new case she’d gotten and she wanted to make herself familiar with it, do some more research on her target before she started shadowing him. “How long will it take you? Approximately?”

Diana furrowed her brow and glanced at the monitor. To say she was looking for a needle in a haystack would be overly generous. She didn’t even know what she was looking for, or if there was even anything to be found. But she had to try, no matter how many hours it took her. “I, ah... it’s hard to say,” Diana admitted. Truthfully she hadn’t expected to be asked for details. “Do you need it for anything urgent?”

#( convo. )#( emilia.01 )

nadiatehrani:

“I already did,” said Nadia, leaning against the doorframe. “I just came to check on you, see how you’re doing, if you wanted to get something to eat.” It was the least she could do for someone she considered a friend, for someone who had taught her so much in the beginning. She could’ve asked if Diana was okay, but had decided against it—of course the older agent wasn’t okay. How could she be, after her father had been shot and there were no trails to be followed? ( Not yet, anyway. ) If Diana had to go through the same interview-slash-psych evaluation they all had, and Nadia was sure she did, she found that somewhat callous of the agency.

But that wasn’t her place to say.

No, her place was to do what she was told, to go where they wanted when they wanted her to. She was supposed to be free, but some days, she didn’t really feel like it.

"I’m...” ‘fine,’ Diana almost said, before letting the beginning of the sentence drop off into silence. ‘Fine’ was a word she’d been using a lot lately, to the obvious disbelief of pretty much everyone. It wasn’t a lie meant to convince so much as to placate, deployed to push away conversation and get back to work. It wasn’t a lie to use on someone like Nadia, someone who would see it for exactly what it was, someone who knew her well enough not to ask anyway. She couldn’t just dismiss Nadia like that. Instead, Diana let out a small sigh and considered the offer.

When was the last time she’d eaten, anyway? Too long, probably, if she had to ask herself that.

“Something to eat sounds... nice, actually,” Diana said with a small nod and cast another glance at the monitors. As much as she wanted to just search until she found something to go on in the files, she knew that search would easily take days, likely much longer. She would find something, Diana promised herself as she marked her place and logged herself out of the system, knowing she’d be back to it soon. “Cafeteria?” She asked. It was the quickest and easiest option, allowed her to get back to work as soon as possible.

#( convo. )#( nadia.01 )

Diana was so focused on the screen in front of her she almost didn’t notice anyone enter. She sat in front computer in the tech centre, more powerful and well-connected to UMBRA’s systems than her personal laptop, looking over the database UMBRA’s old case files. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been there, she’d lost track of time a while ago, but it didn't matter. Agent 07 wasn’t assigned to any mission - there was nothing to plan - which meant time to research, to investigate. It may not have been her area of expertise, but she couldn’t just sit and do nothing. Not for a moment. And no one knew the vice-director better than she did, there was a possibility, however slim, that she might find something. Anything. Anything not to be so in the dark. The solitude had just been... an additional benefit. She couldn’t say she needed time alone. She didn’t need time alone. She just... she just needed to work.

“Hi,” Diana said, forcing herself to look up from the screens in front of her. She tried to sound unaffected as possible, as if this were just any other day, as if she was looking though old case files for any other reason. “If you’re here to access the databases I expect I’ll be finished and out of the way... soon.”