Her eyes narrowed in as she focused on him. When Mac was in the position of being the hopeful romantic of any duo things were in dire straights. She knew love, and she loved being in love, but she was not exactly what anybody would term fluffy. "Are you saying, Achilles, that people in love are no longer able to perform their jobs up to and above the standards set for them? Efficiency is not a non-renewable resource and neither is love. There's room to excel at both." Her eyebrow arched in a mirror of his own bemused expression, even as she teasingly led him into dangerous waters.
She leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers beneath her chin, pursing her lips as if lost in great thought before sharing a conspiratorial look with Achilles. "Ellie," she said, shrugging, as if it were self-explanatory. And for anybody who knew the technoweaver, the eye in the sky, it was. No technological marvel could ever compare to what Ellie and what she could effortlessly do, while even at the same time being a natural talent herself. "Besides, have you interacted with the government recently? It takes nothing to cause hysteria," she said, chuckling. "But a good pair of Louboutins?" Mac put the back of her hand to her forehead and swooned in her chair.
And just like that, it was back to business as usual. At some point, as they whiled away the night, somebody had put a cup of hot black coffee by her elbow, and she sipped it now, letting the caffeine sink into her veins as she mulled information.
"If this bill goes through it's going to wreak havoc on our intel communities," she said needlessly, scrunching her nose as she focused on the holo screen in front of her. There were avenues available to her here, paths as old as time. She knew what had to be done.
Mac met his gaze, noting internally that his mask was back in place. He let it slip every now and then, moments where he let people see that he was a person and more than the job, but those were rare - few and too far between. He was built just different enough from her and Bastian that it tended to concern her.
"I'll get right to work."