The back door to the kitchen from the training field swung open to the bright morning light, and was held open by Thunder Moon Leader Missy Tsavo. [b]“Uh-uh. Absolutely not. No ma’am,”[/b] the woman chided, sweat-splotched from some early morning training, clad in a ponytail, leggings, and a sports bra. Her honey-brown glare was directed toward whomever she was holding the door for, one hand on her hip, the other on the knob. 

Missy had a very short list of people on her “bad side,” but it was generally considered an unfavorable place to be.

[b]“If you were supposed to have access, you would have a key. And as I have not given you a key, you [i]know[/i] you aren’t supposed to have access. And that’s just the end of it, Miss Martin. If I have to go over it again, I may very well- Oh, good morning, Agent Campbell.” [/b]

Her tone changed at the sight of someone else in the kitchen, and she gave a quick nod toward the other agent. [b]“Awful early for you to be here, isn’t it?"[/b] 

She cocked her head to one side at the various sounds coming from down the hall. Noisy for an early morning. 

But SCION was not often a quiet place. She turned her attention back to Aries, holding the door with the side of her foot. [b]"But yeah. Graveyard shift?"[/b]