"Oh, absolutely." There's a twitch at the corner of her mouth like she's trying not to laugh as she leans back against the head rest, giving him an amused look. It's the kind of joke that might not land with another audience but, well. She gets it. The nature of classified work means she often can only give even the most basic details of what she does.

"Why, are you gonna miss me?" The twitch finally turns into a smile as she asks the question lightly, flirtatiously. "Probably just a week, maybe two."