Ava sat on the floor midst all of her boxes, baffled. “I’m gonna make a garbage dump out of this room, aren’t I… Maybe I should just… leave the boxes be?” Ava thought to herself. “I mean, I don’t have a roommate, at least not yet, and I don’t think anyone would want to come see poor little Ava anyway, so no one would ever know? Yes, a 10/10 plan indeed.” One thing was for sure, she wasn’t going to start unpacking. Not having much else to do, she opened the door to the hallway.
007. 007. 006? No, 007. As it turned out, roaming the Academy in order to familiarise herself with it made her more vulnerable to getting tasks unrelated to her actual job from higher-ups. Or, maybe it was, as she was trying to navigate floor zero with nothing but a tablet (a device very related to her actual job) in one hand and an energy drink in the other. She was getting better at the whole not looking like a tourist thing, and a sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she found the door to 007 wide open. With a few light knocks against it, Skye gave herself the liberty to enter even before the room owner could declare their verdict.
“Ava Santini? I have your personalised S.H.I.E.L.D. merch. And by that I mean they’re giving out tablets.”
