[ She's never really prided herself as an intellectual. Nearly seven thousand years she's been alive now, and most of that time she's spent learning various methods to kill a man. But there's not much use for that here. Here, in her office, what they have is piles of books and papers from the Department archives. It's too small a space for three people to work comfortably, but somehow the eclectic team of Andy, Jon, and Fukuda are managing it. The work is slow going. There's a lot of note-taking. Dog-earing. Copy-making. None of which are particularly Andy-esque skills.
So she's taken it upon herself to make coffee. It's the shitty office coffee. It probably still tastes a little salty. But caffeine is caffeine. Andy carries two mugs by the handle in one hand and a third in the other as she nudges her way back into her office. ]
Anything interesting yet? [ She sets the mugs down on her desk. Then she pulls open one of the drawers, taking out a flask to pour something that smells suspiciously like whiskey into her own coffee. ] Feels like we've been at this for a fucking age.
andy's office crew
So she's taken it upon herself to make coffee. It's the shitty office coffee. It probably still tastes a little salty. But caffeine is caffeine. Andy carries two mugs by the handle in one hand and a third in the other as she nudges her way back into her office. ]
Anything interesting yet? [ She sets the mugs down on her desk. Then she pulls open one of the drawers, taking out a flask to pour something that smells suspiciously like whiskey into her own coffee. ] Feels like we've been at this for a fucking age.