From Here
He only frowns deeper as his eyes pry themselves from the string of code they've been staring at for the last hour--and onto the one wearing an expression that is equal parts mischievous and infuriating. Why he must be plagued with such intruders was beyond him. Jensen was going to get an earful later about these unwanted visitors always wandering his way. Then again, it was likely that said security chief was the one sending them in the first place.
“Well stop thinking about it, or you’re going to find yourself in a world of trouble. And you’ll have only yourself to blame.”
His retort comes with a flippant shrug, and just like that he’s back to typing a torrent of letters and numbers that were incomprehensible to the untrained eye. When she doesn't leave, Pritchard speaks up again but his gaze doesn’t meet hers.
“Do you have a reason for being here, or are you just loitering? You’re not supposed to loiter, there are...signs outside the building that say so. Maybe you should go look at them.”
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