The sounds of Shark's snores echoed all throughout the Good (formerly Bad) Guys' hideout as the great white sprawled out across the couch, one leg propped up onto the table. The others were out handling some business of their own (and Webs was having a 'girls night out' with Governor Foxington), so Shark took this moment to kick back and relax. Being good felt amazing, even it meant she was no longer required to disguise herself in public outside of missions, which sucked - he really liked wearing a new costume every other day. Still, she was able to put her illusive skills to good (no pun intended) use with some of the missions they'd been sent on, so it wasn't all bad. She was stirred out of her slumber at the hum of the elevator from the far side of the building, and blearily opened her eyes. That was probably one of the others. Hopefully they brought back some food for her.

Figuring she ought to go and greet them, she pushed herself to her feet with a big yawn that made her already wide mouth widen even more, her rows of pointed teeth glistening in the natural light, then trudged over to the main room, accidentally bumping into the pool table along the way. Once the elevator came to a halt, the doors opened, and a look of surprise crossed her features at the visitor, someone who was not part of their gang, but still made her grin, any trace of her sleepiness washed away.

"Oh, hey! I didn't think I'd see our 'agent' today!" Shark exclaimed with a wave, then playfully huffed. "Better not be more paperwork from the governor for us, heh, I don't think I'd be able to fill it out on an empty stomach."

However, once they presented her with a push-pop, a look of wonder snapped onto his face, eyes shimmering in awe.

"...On second thought, maybe I can. Pop me, buddy."

As she chewed away on the tasty treat, she decided to kick up some conversation. "So, uh, nobody else is here right now 'cept for me, but if you need anything, I'd be happy to help, especially if it means getting more of these!"