So I'm gonna put on my strappy shoes and my tiny dress and I'm gonna try.

The office was unusually quiet, and really Rachel had no other reason to believe that it would be noisy. The agency had lost someone. Not just anyone either, it was Nadia. A woman that Rachel had just begun to know, a woman that she believed to have been strong of character and one of the most genuine people she had met. Nadia had been to APO only once, but Rachel meeting her was a moment she wasn't likely to forget. Her warm features and endearing smile, Rachel couldn't help but like her. For the most part Rachel was glad that she had finally gotten a place of her own. It would have been interesting having to quickly move out with nowhere to go. She almost laughed at the thought of her crashing at Grace's or even asking Mr. Bristow for the couch.

Shaking her head she tried to refocus on the mission logs she was detailing. There were phone calls to cross-reference to make sure that any contacts Sloane used on a mission, was only being used for contact purposes. Her knee bounced a bit too often and her pencil tapped the desk a few too many times. One of the other guys in her immediate vicinity glared at her and she dropped the pencil. A sheepish shrug of 'sorry' and Rachel was back on task. There were a few more call logs to backtrace now that they had learned about Sloane's ties to Prophet Five. Sydney was in the other room with Mr. Bristow, and it seemed more important than Rachel showing her a few random call entries that she couldn't account for. Taking it upon herself she just plugged them into the network and hoped that they turned up numbers for a take-out place, or a late night movie rental shop. Most of the heavier network tasks had been handed to Marshall, and Rachel was greatful for that. As much as she liked being a part of the team, she still had the feeling that they didn't trust her, so having as little to do with the main parts of things suited her just fine.

The numbers turned up with nothing out of the ordinary, so a big red line was drawn through the line of text and she moved onto the next batch of data. Her fingers found the pencil again and she really didn't care if that other guy glared at her, she was in the mindset that she could have flung it at him just to break the tension. Glancing over to where Sydney had been, she noticed her heading her way.

Unsure of just how to greet her, and what her state of mind might be Rachel instead went back to her work. Just because Sydney was heading her way, didn't really mean that she was going to stop at her desk anyway. One of the many highlights of having a desk that is close to almost everything else.