“Uhoh.” Anyone familiar with ICQ would have recognised the sound being imitated. Summer paused, fixing her eyes on the Agent. “I’ve gotten lost. Again. How do I keep getting lost? Who /designed/ this place anyway?”
A raise of the eyebrow and he dropped the folder on the desk. “Excuse me, ma’am? What do you mean you’re lost?”
“I mean I’m trying to get to the training rooms to meet up with Abby, and I’m lost!” Summer raised her eyebrows a little, essaying a self-deprecatory smile.
