Director Hill.

     ”…——Formerly, ma’am. I don’t believe this new hardware will allow me to complete the task I was originally designed for.”

          [ Just because he’s punchable doesn’t mean he’s going to stop. ]                           For a director, you’re remarkably off-topic.                           — did you really give up that quickly?

—You’re not the only one.

How many we lose?

[ She grinned, knowing the weight of that one single word, but she decided not to focus on it. Instead, she leaned over, giving her a brief kiss before she pulled away.

She stood up from the table, grabbing the empty plate, and headed over to the sink. ] 

      [Maria smiles to herself as she watches Natasha for a moment before getting to her feet as well, walking over to join her at the sink. She bumps her out of the way with her hip, so that she can start on the washing up.]

No, but I’d like to hear you say it. 

Ma’am.

—We did the best we could.

Oh jeez, you know it’s gonna be something  stupid if they end up jumping in here saying god knows what it is they want with us now.

I honestly could say something very inappropriate right now. 

              What’d I do —- ? I’ve done absolutely nothing.

       [ And by nothing, he actually means that he’s just not going divulge that information. He just glued every one of her pens to the surface of the desk — again. He’s fairly certain that she’s going to shoot him, but it’d be worth it. ]

     [ He glanced at the papers, skimming over its contents before drawing a pen from his pocket and signing them at the bottom. ]      Just these?

Should go check on them, I’m sure  they’re chatting it up about things  instead of work.

What do you want for dessert?