“Uh-huh.” Clearly, he wasn’t telling all the truth, but if it was level seven, it wasn’t worth pressing. If she needed to know, someone would tell her. “If it can happen once, it can happen again. Come on. Let’s at least get you some ear plugs to keep around. Or,” mildly, “maybe I could see your lab?”
“Oh, more than once. Well—technically, define once. One time, yes? It happened three times on the same time. If that’s—I—” He trailed off, clearing his throat rather brusquely. “Is there something you needed in my lab, it’s… it’s awfully boring.”
“Then you’d rather go get those earplugs?” Summer cocked her head at him. “Stop trying to lie to me, just stop talking about it. Or if you /must/ talk about it now, I’ll go get a clearance from Agent Coulson. He’ll probably be relieved.” She chewed on her lip. “If you’re suddenly doing fieldwork, I expect someone should be monitoring you anyway. It might as well be me.”