Summer wandered casually around SHIELD headquarters. Well, sort of casually. Pretend casually. She was supposed to be sort of informally checking in on Coulson’s new team, see how they were shaking down, how Fitzsimmons was taking to being in the field (and not incidentally combat), how Ward was handling the whole being part of a team thing, stuff like that. Of course, in order to do that, she had to /find/ one of them.
Preferably away from the others. It would get a bit complicated sorting out responses if they were all together. Not that she couldn’t, but the report would be clearer in the end if she tackled each one separately.
And there was one of them now. Summer quietly maneuvered herself over and said, “Hey there.”
Fitz looked up from the worktable at the sight of the newcomer. “Ah…hello,” he greeted warily. “Can I help you?”
Oh, bother, awkward — how do you strike up a conversation with someone about their work, in a highly classified facility, when clearly you were looking for them and — well, basically, you don’t. You plunge right in and hope for the best. ”I was looking for Leo Fitz? Would that be you?”