Considering his clearance level, if this Fringe Division was US government, he'd know about it. So they have to be foreign or illicit - either way, potential bad news. A black SUV squeals around the corner and he's up, hand on her shoulder, and himself squarely between Olivia and the vehicle in a trice. He relaxes a moment later as it rolls to a stop and his handler tumbles out, looking like she woke up from a nap when she got his call. He grins.
"It's all right." He looks down at Olivia. "It's okay. She's with me. She's here to pick us up. Agent Glass, Olivia. Olivia, this is Agent Glass. She's my primary contact with... Well, it doesn't matter."
Steve offers Olivia his hand. "You can tell me what happened after we get you safe and cleaned up."
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Considering his clearance level, if this Fringe Division was US government, he'd know about it. So they have to be foreign or illicit - either way, potential bad news. A black SUV squeals around the corner and he's up, hand on her shoulder, and himself squarely between Olivia and the vehicle in a trice. He relaxes a moment later as it rolls to a stop and his handler tumbles out, looking like she woke up from a nap when she got his call. He grins.
"It's all right." He looks down at Olivia. "It's okay. She's with me. She's here to pick us up. Agent Glass, Olivia. Olivia, this is Agent Glass. She's my primary contact with... Well, it doesn't matter."
Steve offers Olivia his hand. "You can tell me what happened after we get you safe and cleaned up."