Lilac cons lit up as Murphy's mouth made a slack O.

"Awester," she placed a both hands on the handles of the wheelchair and, in the best imitation she could of Morgan Freeman, mused, "You may look like sour cream, but you are a genius sour cream. Yes, yes, we'll get that too." Flippantly, she shrugged with a smile, "I just thought having night vision is cool. If you can get them both shipped to the office during weekdays by May, I'll buy you guys dinner!"

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Oh, she was having [i]so[/i] much fun. There was something different, fresh, to flirt with guys like Fletcher who obviously don't come by propositions often. The only blushing on a man she was used to were results from alcohol.

"My name is Noon, like lunch time," she giggled upon recalling the offhanded comment Murphy made when she first introduced herself. Tucking a stray lock of black hair behind her left ear, she dipped her head before gazing at Fletcher, "Also, you eat already?"

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Rainbow fired up a furious series of messages on her phone and when no replies came after a minute, she excused herself to leave the office, into the interiors of TNE Complex instead, where she punched a well-memorised number before dialing.