Dave, her handler

Eva hurriedly pulled her chair close to the desk, hiding her lower body under her desk. She tied the ends of her ripped top together, which she hoped would be enough to appear normal from across the room.

"Yes?", she said nervously, praying the state of her outfit wasn't too conspicuous.

"It's me", replied a familiar voice. It belonged to Dave, a recent graduate from the academy who had been assigned as her handler. He was a young man in his early twenties, although he still seemed to retain the lanky and awkward frame of a teenager. His face popped up in the door frame, and the usual oversized glasses and beanie adorned his thin face. She always thought it strangely funny - he wouldn't be bad to look at, if he could only take a little more care of himself. Still, in her world of suave and slick agents, his innocent dorkiness had a strange charm of its down.

"Uh, good morning.", he said, adjusting his glasses. He shuffled inside the room, and she noticed he had a duffel bag slung on his shoulders. "New equipment for you. You were out of office yesterday, so logistics left it with me. I figured I should give it to you first thing in the morning."

He deposited the bag on her desk. "Thanks.", she smiled in reply. He was always helpful to everyone around him, and never made a big deal about it.

"You're welcome.", he replied. "Uh, would love to stay and chat, but I got some simulations to run for Iris. She wanted them done yesterday, and I'm running late. Catch you later!", he said, hurrying out of her office and closing the door behind him.

Once he had left, Eva sighed in relief. He had seemed preoccupied, and likely hadn't paid much attention to how she looked - which suited her perfectly.

She turned her attention to the bag on her desk.