[color=0072bc]"Graveyard shift?"[/color] Aires asked, and Missy furrowed her brow. 

[b]"Yeah, the, uh- graveyard shift, Aires,"[/b] she affirmed, placing emphasis on his name. It was hard, sometimes, to try and use the right address with everyone. The other leaders tended to call others by title, but the werecat was on uneven footing with the whole thing. [b]"As in a shift overnight. It's a thing people say..."[/b] She shook her head, shrugging off the thought. [b]"I mean. We don't have one. Unless you made one up. To catch up on something, or... Never mind. It was a joke. Kind of. I'm uh-"[/b] she started to attempt a conversational laugh, but it died into a dry chuckle that came out a bit like trying to clear her throat. [b]"Sorry. I'm trying to get better at those. And- Sorry, hold on."[/b] 

She leaned out the door, and cupped a hand over her mouth to call out, [b]"Junior Agent Martin! You'd better stop dragging those heels. You're not getting to stay out there unsupervised, ma'am."[/b]

And then, back to Aires. [b]"Sorry,"[/b] and then a more genuine, light laugh, [b]"Kids, right?"[/b]