Agent groaned, rubbing his temples and slamming his coffee mug down on the counter in the break room.

CRACK

Seriously...?

Coffee leaks out from the small crack in the bottom of the mug. He can only sigh, he doesn't have enough energy to be angry today.

Whilst wiping up the mess with a paper towel, and having to pour out his coffee, the mercenary spots you out of his peripheral.

"What in Creator's name could you want at this time?"