"Aw shit. You're doing a double? You're a masochist, John. You're real sick in the head." She almost hopped up and down in joy when he said she could go but kept the urge in check. Mostly. A faint bit of a smile broke through her attempt to keep a straight face. "Hey. Are you sure about that? I mean, if I leave early, that's ten extra minutes of suffering for you. At least with me here, your misery has company, right?"<br/><br/>But when he tried to wave her off, she twisted her lips in hesitance before she let out a soft sigh. "I can't. We're professionals, John. I'll do one more admittedly pointless sweep before I go. I wouldn't want to have to answer questions about why surveillance spotted me off the perimeter before my shift was up. That's not how to get promotions."<br/><br/>Still. As she walked the hall and kept her senses sharp for any foreign traces of magic or unwelcome visitors, she found she had to constantly fight off daydreams of being back on the streets or at the very least, home.