Watching the blond turn her charm onto Trevor reminded Connie why she needed to be careful; part of her wanted to believe that Veronika was just what she seemed but this was a good reason to realize she wasn't. Too easily she was sparkling for another. Or perhaps she didn't want to admit she was attracted to the other woman, er, man, and that she was jealous to see that bright smile go to someone else.<br/><br/>Of course the actress's display about her having a driver threw them all off, for a moment she had feared Veronika had been able to tell that Trevor was an agent, not anything like a driver. "Oh, oh it's not through work." The words trailed off, forgotten when the blond arched her back a little and made her lovely chest all the more apparent in the sweetheart neckline of the dress she wore as her accent deepened. The first response the redhead had wasn't something she could name easily, but what came second was a reminder that this was all just a long running facade. She couldn't fall for this, she had to be smarter, stronger.<br/><br/>'Sandi' returned the hug the Russian offered, trying not to be upset at the mild flirting exchanged between her partner and her target. Was she upset because it was her investigation or because Trevor had never spoken to her so politely, seeming to find her vexing on principle, or because Veronika never flirted with her so openly?<br/><br/>So with one last hasty kiss to the Russian's cheek she followed Trevor out of the diner and toward the car where she sank into the passenger seat without a word and clipped her seatbelt. His anger was almost tangible, but she was tight lipped herself, shaking her head as her temper strained against her control. The car started, and she held her tongue, aware of the man still watching them out the window, that Veronika might see them and for now everything had to hold. But once they pulled away from the diner, into the flow of traffic she turned to look at him with frustration bright in her eyes.<br/><br/>"I know you don't believe me, and you think I'm as much an idiot and waste of space in the office as everyone else. Trust me, I get it. But I am meant for more than fetching lunch orders and filing. Surely you chafe at the same things, you aren't an errand boy but they won't give us an actual case!" Passion flushed her cheeks, made her eyes sparkle, all but vibrating with the intensity of her emotions as she unintentionally gave him an eyeful of heaving breasts against the bodice of her dress.