[Now that she wasn't trying quite so hard to hide from his senses, Pierce became aware of Ava. He didn't lift his eyes from what he was reading, instead continuing to flip through a few more pages, much of it blacked out, but he knew policy well enough to understand that it had everything to do with clearance level. His own had been high enough to literally read everything, and he had enough experience blacking out files to understand what information could potentially be hidden. This was her file, and likely didn't even know it.

Yet, her actually speaking caused his head to rise from what he was reading and drop the pages to lay flat again in the stack that they were. He raised an eyebrow at her, picking her out of the shadows she was half blended in, and he had to wonder if she was here to watch him sleep or if it had been a coincidence that she were no. He didn't believe that spies made much of coincidences unfortunately.

He gestured to the fridge behind him.] Would you like some milk? There's plenty cooled. [He pointedly took a sip from his own glass, returning to the file in front of him and again starting to flip through the pages. As if it were far more interesting than her presence.]

Ivan is a rather common Russian name; I'm sure you already know that though. Apparently, the Ivan mentioned here is a rather ingenious fellow. Quite good reading at midnight. Is there something that I can help you with, or are you simply passing through, Miss Orlova?