Jason: Look, last night by body really wasn't cooperating with me.
Mandy: Oh my god. I'd say it cooperated by any reasonable human standard.
Jason: You just called me the H word. You did not call me the H word.
Mandy: Doesn't have to be a marathon every time. Maybe we're due for a change of locale?
Jason: I thought you liked this spot.
Mandy: I do. Maybe next time, we go your way.
Jason: Yeah, maybe. Tell ya what, instead of a marathon, how about a 10k?
Mandy: You know, it's tragic really.
Jason: What's that?
Mandy: Even a tier 1 legend can't escape taking work home with him.
Jason: Well, I'm not home.
Mandy: Okay, um, taking work to his secret Delaware den of inequity, clicking away most of the night.
Jason: Well, I'll put the work away, okay?
Mandy: I'm just kidding. I totally get it if there's fallout to deal with.
Jason: Fallout, what do you mean by that?
Mandy: Last op put Bravo in the hospital. I'm sure Command wants a paper trail after a near-disaster like that.
Jason: Enemy got lucky with an RPG, all right? Everyone's fine.
Mandy: Clearly.
