“Jeez,” Maeve grouses into the receiver, eyes rolling. You have to resist the urge strangle her through the speaker.

"I'm sorry for the pile of bodies at the entrance, alright?" She snorts, not sounding too sorry at all. You can practically hear that damned smirk curling her lips through the crackle of the mic.

"Make it up to you later?" —like she's not supposed to be focusing on the mission.