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[agentxthirteen]

[ The comm is propped up against a paint can, and Sharon sits in front of it. Her hair is askew; tendrils have escaped from her ponytail. Wet trails testify to not only how much dust is on her face, but also how much she's sweated.

Sharon Carter does not admit defeat often, but when she does, it's because she's in over her head. Disastrously in over her head. ]

So. [ Her voice is tired. She wipes her forehead with a forearm, leaves a smudge in its wake. ] I mentioned a while ago that I wanted to get some training sessions off the ground. There was enough interest that I realized we would need a bigger space than the gym.

There were some rooms available on the first floor that I've taken over. And that's where the problem came in.

[ She leans forward and tilts the feed toward a hole in the wall. A sledgehammer rests against part of the wall that hasn't been knocked out. She turns the feed back toward herself and blows some hair out of her face. ]

I don't suppose there are any construction people here.

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lol *MONTAGE* Yessssssss.

[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon nods, because she's happy to do anything that doesn't involve the entire building collapsing into the room.

And then the montage happens, and afterwards she hands him what's left in the bottle and surveys the work. ]

Not bad.

[ She licks her lips. The drink was great, but it could only go so far. ]

Beer? My treat.