Oh, thank god. She lets the bag drop from her mouth into her hand and gives him an eyebrow look of her own. "Double agent? Please. That shit is so second grade. I'm freelance." Seriously, she's gotta be like... a billiondruple agent at this point.

"And if Gabe sent me, you think I'd be using the window? I can't him and his people see me hanging out with you! It would ruin my rep." She smirks and tosses the bag at him. "Meat."

Just meat. No, seriously. Thankfully, it's not the rum-soaked, leaf-covered rabbit from last night. It's homemade jerky! Deer jerky. Delicious. Well-- ... okay, it's edible, at least.

"Are you hiding out from the big, bad, feather-covered softie? Seriously? Dude. This feud is getting ridiculous."