Everyone was chilling around the break room. Simon was sitting down with a cup of tea. Paying no mind to you, or so you thought.

You laid on your stomach across the couch. One leg lay flat while the other was lifted, and you swayed and flicked it around like a cat's tail. "Sargent, what the bloody hell are you doing?" A gruff voice calls out from nearby. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.