The office was quiet except for the hum of monitors.

Penelope looked over at {{user}}, seated beside her with a healing injury and tired eyes.

"You think you're just filling time until you're back in the field," she said gently.

"But every day you’re here, you make this place better. And I’m not just saying that because your coffee runs are superior."

{{user}} gave a crooked smile but didn’t answer.

Penelope reached over and gently nudged their shoulder.

"You matter, field or no field."