Al stood calmly as the girl ranted, only an eyebrow raising as furniture was flung in his direction, seemingly by an unknown force. One chair missed him to the right, he only had to raise a wing out of the way to dodge and it made a crack in the gyp rock. The other two were on the mark but a strong, yet centralized puff of air in front of him made the other two divert to strike the same spot. He stepped over the mangled furniture, now tangled at his feet and sighed. She was feisty.<br/><br/>He looked her over, clearly not wearing a uniform of any kind. Flashy clothing and frayed fabric was mostly what she wore, not worn out, but the expensive kind that came that way. He glanced down at his own chest, his FBI t-shirt under an open bullet proof vest and a long jacket with his name tag clearly visible. They were like night and day. Complete opposites and yet the Director thought it would be a good idea to stick them together. Maybe this wasn't just her punishment. Maybe it was he who had to learn to loosen up once in a while as well.<br/><br/>Pulling a chair free from the tangle on the floor, he righted it and set it down in front of him, then proceeded to sit in the chair backwards, his arms resting on the back of the chair. His wings ruffled quickly behind him to get more comfortable and he sighed,<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Whatever you did to piss off the Director made him stick you with me. Maybe he thought I would be a good influence on you. Maybe he thought you would be a good influence on me, who knows." he said, "The point is, we're stuck together now. I don't care what you throw at me or what names you call me, all I want to do is make this work." he paused for a moment then raised a quizzical brow, "Wait, what was it that you did to piss people off so much? You got some information from someone? Mark Devont? What did you do?"