"You only have to call, you know. I'm not attached to my room on base." It's home in the loosest meaning of the word, but she's a wanderer at heart.

She brushes his hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. This close it's hard not to get a better look at his face even after how upset it made him last time. She can see the tell-tale sign of the make-up he uses despite its artful application and she smiles softly at the sight. It makes him more human and less the mythical figure that is the Informant.