<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Well, he was a flirt to be sure but he didn’t seem to be arrogant. That she liked. Cockiness tended to lead to mistakes sooner rather than later, and mistakes were bad. “<em>Like you. A little o’er a year now. No the best but still good enough.</em>” Her employee file held no mistakes and she always succeeded at whatever mission she was given - that was all that was important to her.<br/><br/>The yawn came from nowhere, left small hand lifting to cover her mouth quickly before her head shook. “<em>Sorry. I no sleep good sometimes and it catches me a’ter a long pro-jeck.</em>” Her social awkwardness was all too easy to see, and when coupled with his flirting, she became all too self conscious. Fingers tugged at the long sleeves of the oversized loose knit shirt, hurriedly covering the numerous shiny pink scars that littered pale flesh while her eyes shifted towards the door.<br/><br/>“<em>You… um, vell, ve could get drink?</em>” She almost asked if he wanted to get food since she was starving and it was only that sudden mental kick that reminded her that meals were considered ‘dates’ that saved her from making a fool of herself. Getting coffee? Now that she was fairly certain was safe and would be considered polite. “<em>I like tae get cof-fee a’ter a long pro-jeck… if’n you vould like tae join me.</em>”</span></div>