While they made their way to the car, Skye pondered over his suggestion. Although a visit to the old man’s house had definitely been a part of her plan to look through the neighbourhood, she hadn't really expected Stan to suggest that they were to go there first. According to the case file, the old man hadn’t been seen for a long while, so she was highly doubtful that they would find anything interesting there. But at the same time, Stan’s reasoning behind his suggestion seemed solid enough, and a tiny voice at the back of her head whispered that she should follow it. After all, as a new guy he might have a case of beginner’s luck, and, Skye thought to herself, she felt rather bad that he felt the need to apologise to her.

”[color=skyblue]Don’t say you’re sorry[/color].” The fact that he had been courteous enough to realise that not everyone would be happy to be bossed around by a newcomer softened her. Besides, they were partners, and although she had been assigned to show him how things were done at the Agency, she felt no need to push him down to assert her own power. She had already seen too much of that. ”[color=skyblue]I’m not your boss, you know. No need to be so formal about it, I want you to talk. Besides, if we’re gonna work as a team you can’t go around apologising to me whenever you open your mouth.[/color]” 

There was a moment of prolonged silence between them, and Skye felt as thought the all too serious tone in her voice hung heavy in the air long after her voice had trailed off. Suddenly, she smirked at him and shook her head in joking disbelief. ”[color=skyblue]You know what, agent, off to his house it is.[/color]" She ushered with her hand for him to take the driver’s seat. ”[color=skyblue]All yours, since you seem to enjoy being in control.[/color]” Skye quietly laughed to herself as she walked to the other side of the car, jumped into the passenger’s seat and turned on the radio on a low volume.

Once in the car, she kept quietly looking out the window while chewing in the insides of her lower lip. ”[color=skyblue]So, [i]Stanley Humes[/i][/color]”, she said after a while, carefully drawing out his name to taste it. ”[color=skyblue]You said you applied for a transfer? From the police? What all of a sudden got you interested in working with the [i]supernatural[/i]?[/color]"

The emphasis on the last word dripped with sarcasm, but a kind smile on her lips remained. A lot of people seemed to be intrigued with working with the ASA—some of them, of course, mundane people who wished to know more about the worlds that had been hidden from them for so long, while others were supernaturals finally finding a use for their gifts. Most of them, however, were disappointed to find out that while the work could be exciting, it entailed a lot more than the action-filled visions many had, and she quietly wondered whether he was already disappointed.