Muttering under his breath about smart-aleck partners, Napoleon returned to what always seemed to be an unending stream of paperwork. He mused briefly what the woman agent would look like. His mind envisioned a valkyrie - tall and muscularly built, but not unattractively so. He quickly shut down that line of thinking when he heard Illya chuckle. Darn Russian could generally guess where his thoughts had wandered all too well.

For his part, Illya only hoped the new agent wasn't a femme fatale sort. He had a deep dislike of that type, no matter whose side they were on.