[Ana shakes her head, snorting. She could argue about the hours of a pounding headache she had to endure versus theirs, but there would be no point.

Instead, she wiggles a little on the counter to make some more room for him on the counter. She gives an evaluating look at the counter itself. It hasn't creaked despite the weight of two soldiers on it... yet. Probably a good sign, if they don't have to work on the structural part of the house. More time to focus on what's important.] You haven't worked on this, have you?

Hm. Maybe we should change our name to Overachieve. [Not that she can talk, but shhh.

She moves her tone to a grave, somber one.] Especially with its greatest weapon: Deadlines.