"Looks like you're slipping, Amon," Sakaki grins when the dark-haired man
walks in. "Kate practically bagged the baddie all by herself."
Amon, of course, says nothing to the teen's mild jab, while the chief takes the opportunity to berate Doujima. "See, if you'd show more initiative, your performance could be like that," the bald man barks at the blonde girl, who's currently polishing her nails. "You've been here longer than she has, and already she's surpassed you."
"That's okay," Doujima replies blithely, waving her hand to dry off her nails, "I'll just pick up her slack." She winks at the black-haired woman, who smiles slightly.
"That's all you've been doing, slacking!" Chief Shintaro Kosaka shouts, and stomps off, a number of veins on his bald head already dangerously throbbing.
"So tell us, Amon, what's your excuse for showing up late?" Doujima teases. Sakaki, always scolded for various newbie mistakes, is leaning forward, while Karasuma tries to be more discreet, but still turns towards their leader to hear his side of the story.
Kate crosses her arms somewhat indifferently, but she's also curious, since her so-called partner never bothered to explain himself during cleanup. Only Michael isn't listening, because he's still got his headset on to his usual ear-bleeding levels. Speed metal with a techno edge, she thinks, for the resident techno wiz.
Amon glances down at his coworkers, his gaze stopping at his partner, who's leaning against a desk and almost eye level with him. "Guess she was lucky today," is all he says in his maddening monotone before heading to the conference room.
Fine, play it like that, you bastard, she thinks, following him. The others, including Michael, stand and follow after them, feeling slightly like they've missed the subtext.
Amon, of course, says nothing to the teen's mild jab, while the chief takes the opportunity to berate Doujima. "See, if you'd show more initiative, your performance could be like that," the bald man barks at the blonde girl, who's currently polishing her nails. "You've been here longer than she has, and already she's surpassed you."
"That's okay," Doujima replies blithely, waving her hand to dry off her nails, "I'll just pick up her slack." She winks at the black-haired woman, who smiles slightly.
"That's all you've been doing, slacking!" Chief Shintaro Kosaka shouts, and stomps off, a number of veins on his bald head already dangerously throbbing.
"So tell us, Amon, what's your excuse for showing up late?" Doujima teases. Sakaki, always scolded for various newbie mistakes, is leaning forward, while Karasuma tries to be more discreet, but still turns towards their leader to hear his side of the story.
Kate crosses her arms somewhat indifferently, but she's also curious, since her so-called partner never bothered to explain himself during cleanup. Only Michael isn't listening, because he's still got his headset on to his usual ear-bleeding levels. Speed metal with a techno edge, she thinks, for the resident techno wiz.
Amon glances down at his coworkers, his gaze stopping at his partner, who's leaning against a desk and almost eye level with him. "Guess she was lucky today," is all he says in his maddening monotone before heading to the conference room.
Fine, play it like that, you bastard, she thinks, following him. The others, including Michael, stand and follow after them, feeling slightly like they've missed the subtext.