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She eats lunch (a bigass brownie, because she has the diet of a twelve year old) in the most open courtyard imaginable, makes John's hiding spot (you can see her glance right at him for a second) and then spends the rest of her lunch looking around all Nervous.

When they get to the hotel she's like "oh my god is this what panic feels like" and when John hands her some chocolate she's like "oh will this create an adrenaline response to level out the panic?" he just says. no. but it tastes good. (The Machine views Root as a yellow Primary Asset square as soon as they enter the hotel it's so funny)

She waits until the last possible second to hack the elevator for their escape, just to see what John and Finch do when put into a corner.

Her idea of furnishing a fake office is to put a picture of a dude from a medicine ad in a picture frame.

She runs down 20+ flights of stairs IN HEELS???

and then when John sends her down the tunnel to Harold she looks him straight in the eye and very earnestly says Thank You because she is polite!! even if her next action is to shoot a woman in the passenger seat of Harold's car.

SHE DESCRIBES PUTTING A HIT ON HERSELF AS A CORPORATE RETREAT TRUST FALL

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?