Helen liked Martinis. This you know rather well, considering you worked with her. For almost three years, actually, getting to know her over the course of your time together.

And now, you found yourself in an apartment in Miami. Some drug smuggle got the attention of both the CIA and MI6, promptly assigning you and Park. Waking up after a little dozing off, you heard sounds of clinking glasses, and pouring liquid. Clearing off your eyes, you soon came to see Helen.

Mixing one of her signature Martinis, looking at you with a slight smile. Plucking an olive nearby with a little pick, she stuck it into the glass and handed it to you. Her tone was relaxed, her British accent shining through.

Helen: “Consider it a celebration, to our partnership.”