"Did you know," Rebecca began. Smugly, almost. As if she were telling some grand secret. "That all it really takes to move from romance and straight to horror is taking any romantic phrase, and just making it literal?"

Being perched on Lucy's make-shift desk gave her certain advantages. Like being able to block her monitor. In such a way that she was an immovable force. There. In no way giving in to the stern set of Lucy's expression. If anything, the dip of those blonde brows and the way those lips pressed into a thin line happened to be particularly fetching. Nay, such a display could never more move Rebecca Crane from where her butt was planted. She knew Lucy. That wasn't just any scowl. A million different underlying things were underneath, just waiting for Rebecca to weedle them out.

Lucy folded her arms. "You're making it diffuclt to get any work done."

"Oh, come on. You can't tell me 'I need to see what's in your heart' wouldn't be creepy as hell!" Arms raising on feigned exasperation, Rebecca's smile turned into an out-right grin.

"If zombies wrote bad movie scripts, maybe I might consider it, but I really need to get this done, Rebecca-"

"Right now? We're the only ones here."

"Yes, now."

"What if I said 'no'?"

Silence. Skeptisism.

Rebecca looked at her. Hopeful, and more than a little bit excited. Lucy rolled her eyes with a heave of breath that made her bangs flutter. Uncrossed her arms and let Rebecca slide formerly-firmly-planted-on-the-desk butt to her lap. An awkward fit since Rebecca's legs were too long. Lucy was trying too hard to be unamused.

"I win! Make out session for us!" Came the enthused crowing of one Miss Crane.

Lucy hid her smile in Rebecca's shoulder even while hands settled on surprisingly firm thighs. "You're the worst."

Rebecca could only grin. "Oooooor the best. Personally, I like the latter."

Just another late night for the Animus Team.