She grins and tugs her shorts and tanktop back on before grabbing the sandwiches and handing him his sandwich, sitting right between his legs, leaning back against one side of his chest.

They eat and talk, and he makes her laugh; God, she laughs so much with him, and after a story about a security mishap with Miles that ended in him being covered in fertilizer, she's flushed from laughing so hard.

"You know I have to give Miles shit. Thank you for telling me," she says with another laugh, polishing off the last of her sandwich.