Alexis blushed. This was officially much, much better than high school. “Thank you. You deserve it as well, you know.” She smiled at the other girl, thankful it had been her who’d heard her groan earlier. “Is that a common occurrence around here? Because I feel like I could get in on that debate - the answer is, of course, that the only people that are inherently evil are the people who fucked up Firefly.”
“Of course I do. I didn’t live through all of the karaoke nights and Coulson hogging the mic for nothing. The team started calling him Phil Collins after the last disaster,” she shuddered, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. “But don’t tell him I told you that. It’s classified.”
