[center][color=0054a6][h3]Glint, Wards HQ[/h3][/color][/center]

Glint turned and straightened up from her hunch over the console at the sound of the door sliding open, but instead of a fellow Wards she saw one of the PRT guys, the one in charge of organising the junior team. Nathan-something? Her face fell as he spoke up, confirming her fears that she had indeed missed something. On her first week.

[color=0054a6]"I was in class and had my phone on silent. Shit, I thought the tech guys said they sorted my alerts..."[/color] She muttered angrily, pulling out her phone and earpiece. Yup, of course. There were the contact alerts. Fantastic. She could just about smack her head against the console screen.

[color=0054a6]"Sorry, sir. I should have checked it myself. It won't happen again."[/color] She said, tucking her earpiece in, trying to keep her expression professional while her stomach churned with embarrassment. She managed to catch the tail end of the coms chatter, and of course Nathan's orders. It was probably just paranoia, but she couldn't help but feel like his cold tone was partially directed at her.

[color=0054a6]"Is there anything I can do while the others are on the way?"[/color] She asked, one finger tapping restlessly on the back of the console chair.