While his response wasn't the eager accord she had been hoping for it was, at least, something she could work with. The redhead glanced down as he pulled into the parking lot in front of the building that housed their organization. She had proposed the deal but he had taken it further. Not just dropping this one thing about Veronika, but rather never going against the Captain. It seemed like too high a price, considering that Captain McDougal was a rather backward thinking man who would never look at her as anything more than a pain in his rear regardless of her service to their country. To him it didn't matter that she had been on the front lines, that she had survived her plane being shot down and turned spy within the Nazi borders. All that mattered was that her makeup was done properly and she was there to fetch his coffee with just the right amount of cream. Connie's hands clenched, her ire at the balding, pauchy male something she struggled to choke down every day she came to work here.<br/><br/>But she knew she was right, she knew that Veronika was not what she seemed. And her gamble to make it clear that she would put everything behind it was paying off. Trevor was a brilliant agent in the field, thorough and meticulous, his mind holding information like a steel trap. If she could convince him, get his help, then they both would win a lot of respect and perhaps a chance to be something more than the office unwanteds. Inhaling she turned to face him, offering out her hand to shake on the deal.<br/><br/>"I don't do as I please, I do what's right. I'll agree to no longer go against the Captain if I'm proven wrong as long as you swear to whatever you hold most dear that you will keep an open mind rather than going into this looking to prove me wrong. I heard all about your ability to unravel a scene, gain the truth in the war; I want that Trevor Hoyt as my partner." A soft blush tinged her cheek at the word partner because it made her think of dancing with the man, who was undeniably handsome, and then what might happen after dancing. Like a kiss. Too bad he had never looked at her the way he had the blond earlier, but then she was petite to Veronika's leggy figure, and she dressed more modestly than the starlet, she was also curvier compared to the Russian's slender grace.<br/><br/>Jerking her mind back to the present she darted a look at the building, sitting so quietly and looking like nothing more than a costume shop. "Not a word of this to anyone else, until twelve hours has passed it's just you and me against the world. And since there's a time limit I think we should head back to the movie lot; the director has the girls attend him after hours so it's a good time to watch Norman."