Jon stood outside the door after completing his bow, waiting for her to enter once he deemed it safe. It may have been a bit overboard, and he may have spun it off as some romantic attempt at flirting and being witty, but the truth of the matter is that it’s simply how Jon was trained. Any time he entered a room, he cleared it. This could be visually, audibly, or with weapons, but it wasn’t in his nature to move into a room having no idea what threats were there and what plans he would have to take to get out in case of any emergency. Jon was always thinking about things like that despite whatever facade he was putting up.

When he listened to Petra speak about Will, he looked over his shoulder and made sure no one else was within earshot. He turned and saw Harris watching him from inside of his room, but he was far enough off so that Jon knew he couldn’t be heard. Harris had most likely watched him open the door however, and he wondered what the computer whiz would deduce from that—granted the entire event could be passed off as him having clearance and high security computer protocol access. He had just bypassed a myriad of top secret government safeguards and Jon wondered how much knowledge both Petra and Harris had of this. Had they known what was just done, they’d be a bit more suspicious.

He looked at Harris and nodded as he began to speak to the woman. He thought on it for a moment on lying full out or partially and then opted to “open up” to her and win some trust. He leaned in and spoke quietly. “Look. I told you I’m CIA. I am just that computer guy, but every CIA agent has training, and mine was a little more than most because I had to travel to places and train in the event something happened. I had to first protect the government assets and then, if that wasn’t an option destroy them and try to stay alive. Staying alive was secondary though. Government top secret mainframes and all that, it’s more expensive to replace those than agents. Anyway, so yeah, I have some good training under my belt. Basically, I was sent here to do my thing, mainframes and all that, but I was also instructed that once we were free that basically, my actual main objective would be keeping Will alive, getting him somewhere safe.” 

She muttered “about time” as he opened the door and they stepped in, Jon staying near the door as she moved about. She gave him more praise and Jon blushed, outwardly unsure if she was joking or being demeaning, but beneath his red cheeks he didn’t really care. He continued as she pulled her gear together. “I’m no, like, Rambo or anything, but they couldn’t afford to throw some navy SEAL or super soldier in here, they had limited room. So I was the best option. I have a purpose and training, and they never assumed that we’d be compromised I think.” 

She nodded, still going through the gear, focusing on the packs when she asked about why all the gear. “Just the government making sure we were provided for I guess. This was also probably for the security guys.” 

Then she asked “don’t happen to have a spare belt, do you?” 

He couldn’t help but look at her as she moved about, noting her familiarity with many of the items, but also unable to keep his eyes up or in proper places as she bent over or reached. “I have a cup..Couple belts in… My room, but I don’t have them. I mean I have mine, but not them. I can give you this one if you want. I’ll just get the other one.” He moved to fumble for his belt when Harris’ voice could be heard from behind. 

“Oh, cool. Guns and shit.” Jon turned around still fumbling for his belt, not thinking anything of it and Harris made a face, saying “seriously you two? Already?” He made a disgusted face and turned around, walking back to his room.