'I have a Fitz' is right there on the tip of her tongue, because really it's the correct answer. But she shies away from seeing Fitz like that because... well. It's Fitz.

"No, not really." The bed is ridiculously comfortable - this is one of those beds she appreciates while on trips and would never ever own because there wouldn't be an alarm clock in the universe that'd get her up in time for work. "I'm not sure if it's the tendency to babble or the fact I do it in multi-syllable words but generally I'm not high on anyone's list."

The fact she tends to have higher clearance than most of the prospects she stumbles across at work doesn't help. Nor does the fact that when they bring her something gross her first reaction tends to be 'ooh goody' rather than something... well. Normal.