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Chel made a face at Gretchen. "Gross don't stroke his d**k like that. He already got an ego the size of the moon." Then she gave Jack an innocent look. Adopting people? Her? Nooo never ....

She gestured him over to the table and said, "Just mission reports and s**t. S'boring. You like boring. Less work for me. Tadahh." She wiggled her fingers for effect; Chel would do anything to get out of work.

Comically, she leaned over and faked a whisper, "Plus f'you don't keep her talkin' she might start playin' that Journey s**t again."

Haters. "I've got America and David Bowie, if you'd prefer that." This was said with absolute seriousness, but there was a sly little smile on the trainee's lips as she folded her arms on the table again and looked down at another mission report, fighting against the natural urge to tap the pen in her hand against the table top.

As she read she was quiet, taking the work seriously, but as soon as she'd read enough to allow her to sort the report with other's from the same mission she was bringing a hand up to rest her chin on curled fingers. "How're you gunna learn if you got handsome over there doin' all your work for ya?" She pointed the tip of her pen between the two, grinning.

"I'm fine with whatever," he said without looking up, though his mouth quirked to the side wryly at the jab. Jack often worked with at least one earbud in, and he was tempted to pull it out and continue as he normally would. But this didn't look like it would last long, and he had been running his iPod longer than usual today, so he had to conserve battery for now.

"Chel told me you're interested in guitar lessons?" he asked a while later.

Chel gave Jack a look of utter betrayal. How could he succumb to David Bowie's sparkly ridiculousness? Gretchen, you monster.

"Why you wanna learn guitar anyways? S'for pickin' up chicks isn't it." Chel was on to you and she approved greatly.