Lisa only caught fragments of muttered words before the door closed again. Nothing she could make out for sure, but the mood inside seemed grim. Thankfully, there were three tall-backed, purposefully uncomfortable looking chairs in the corridor. Meant to disquiet the elf's guests as they waited for her audience no doubt. The new BIA agent didn't care in the slightest and slumped into one as her wind returned.
Damn it," wheezed Sam as she crashed down beside her colleague, gulping down air. "I'm... out of... shape."
"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Lisa glanced over at her reassuringly. Sure, Sam could stand to lose fifteen or so pounds to be in peak physical condition, but she'd mostly kept up on the way over. Besides, her figure was beautifully full, curved, and womanly. She looked
