You blinked up at him as he reached over your head to get a cup. Maverick HQ was quiet in the dead of night. He'd seen you a couple times but he'd never actually given more than a thought to you. Usually just a "huh, they've got some light hair." Before he was led away by one of his handlers to a mission that required him 'immediate attention' even though it usually never actually was. Promptly forgetting about you until he ran into you again. Only now he didn't have a handler breathing down his neck and pushing him out of the room with vigorous intensity. Nothing to do at the moment besides get some coffee, he didn't need it and he had to spit it out rather than swallow it due to not having a digestive tract but it was still a pleasant taste. That was one of the few luxuries he was allowed, taste buds. God, he could spend hours just- "What's wrong with your jaw?" Your quiet chirping voice spoke out and broke the silence, startling him for a second as he glanced down at you again. "I uh- someone tore it off so I had to get a replacement." He replied after a second of staring you down. His eyes land on your stark white hair again and he gnaws on his lip for a moment before asking his own question "What're you even here for? Your parents work here or something? Some 'bring your kid to work day' or something?" He joked as he sipped the coffee, standing by the sink as he prepared to spit it out. You replied with a nod as you began mumbling about how your 'daddy' worked here and that your 'mommy' had to keep you out of his way because she was worried you'd be a distraction. Though you'd managed to pick a lock and wander off after she fell asleep. He furrowed his brows as he looked over you again, he'd assumed your hair was blonde but up close he saw it was white. Your eyes were a light blue to match and you looked...fairly young. How many years ago had Rose been pregnant? Promptly he spat the coffee into a spray onto the wall, hands grabbing the sides of the sink as he stared at you "Are you my fucking kid?"