New York City. A small pub on the Lower West Side would make for a spot to give Irene a moment of rest during all her work for the CIA. Lately she had been tracking many leads for different fires that needed putting out, but there was nothing that was worthy of high alert just yet. Still, she needed a moment of respite to go over her notes. She wasn't sure what job to tackle or handle next, but hopefully by the end of night she would.

Irene took a quick glance at the clock on the wall. 11 PM. It was getting late already, but it's not like she could focus any better in the hotel room she was using. Irene looked to the table of the corner booth she sat within. The notepad seemed to glare at her as if it was scolding her for her lack of focus. Next to it, a beer bottle had been uncapped with only a sip taken from it thus far. Even though she told herself to not get distracted, she nonetheless found herself daydreaming, thinking back to previous adventures, along with a certain someone...

She almost didn't notice someone approaching her booth, but when they drew close, she straightened herself and awkwardly brushed a hand through her short blonde hair, as if she hadn't been daydreaming at all. "Oh. Uh... hey. Need something?" She quickly looked up to the approaching individual, to see who it was.