"Lunch? Sounds good." Food always sounded good. Lunch, dinner.. brunch. Anywhere there was food, Harper was happy to be. "We don't have a very busy day over there today. We did most of our Intel at stupid o'clock this morning." But Devin would known that, having been the one to practically push Harper out of the bed when her alarm rang. Sadly, the merry mood was stomped all over by surgical issue crocs when Mia reared her ugly head.

"Detective Johnson, are you ready?" The female blinked and crossed her arms, almost as though she was waiting for a child to do as they were told. Harper flared her nostrils in irritation, but she summoned up an alarmingly sweet smile.

"Of course, I'm on my way.."

Mia nodded sharply, and walked away like she owned the place. Johnson turned to Devin and Dan. "I'll see you at lunch.. And, well - if I'm not there, it's probably worth investigating." And with her eyes opened wide in feigned horror, Harps disappeared down the stairs towards the dungeon. As always, Mia was brutal in abstracting the specimen, but Detective Johnson was relieved when she got to be on her way, leaving Mia to process the sample for report.