"Harold, nice to meet you," she replied, looking up at the man while gripping his hand with a firm handshake, "I'm Desiree Monroe, also known as Murphy." She eyed his shield, and for a brief moment, she pictured Fischer bursting through barricades and large crowds, sending people flying in various directions. The thought was entertaining, but she refrained from making a comment in that regard. On the job, she was always a professional first, jokester second, at least until she got to know her teammates and was comfortable enough around them to let her guard down. 

"I used to be FBI, although my gear is nowhere near as impressive as what they portray on TV," she smiled, knowing that sooner or later he would inquire about her laptop. "But I seldom engage in offensive tactics as I'm more of a computer nerd. Don't get me wrong, I'm a hell of a shot, but I can get you eyes and ears on the enemy upon command, regardless of their location."

Desiree always felt she needed to defend her skills because one: she was a woman and two: she sat in front of a computer for a living. Put the two together and you've got a rather self-conscious agent who at times questions her own work.