This is the base," Calhoun scratched the back of her neck a little, nervously as they stood in front of the gates of the CIA. They'd landed from the flight and took the rental car that the team had left for her there, and now.. here they were. Checking in. Finally. "We got here a little late so we're probably gonna stay for about four days," she told him, as she walked through the gates with him, holding his hand.
She straightened up, walking a little taller, firmer as she held his hand as they went in. Immediately, heads were turned. They were all greeting her with smiles, and nods. Calhoun smirked, saying hi to all of them as she passed. Memories began to flash in her mind of everything before the circus, but she kept cool, making her way to her room in the personal quarters with Caleb. As they made their way, she could feel eyes on the both of them. They were probably all wondering as to what she was doing there with someone like him, someone who'd never been there before.
"103K," she said softly, looking up at the number on her old door, smiling a little. Lia. "This is it. This is where I grew up," Calhoun opened the door and dragged him in, seeing the tiled floor and queen-sized, white sheeted bunk-beds on which her and her partner slept, and Lia's blue bookshelf, and a box of all the flowers that she'd used to mark her books. Pictures of her and Lia lined the walls. It smelled like her, and the room remained untouched from when Cal had left.