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?”
He looked at her suspiciously. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He glanced down at what he was working on and set to putting it away as smoothly as he could without looking like he was scrambling to hide it. He wasn’t really. But he wasn’t sure this girl had the clearance, yet. “Why? If I migh’ ask?”
Summer sighed faintly, mouth quirking, and showed him her own SHIELD ID card. How people thought she got into these spaces without being part of SHIELD, she didn’t know, but the doubt was always there. “Do I not look like I work for SHIELD or something?” she inquired rhetorically. “I just wondered if you had a few minutes to talk to me about what’s been going on with you lately.”