Hartley buzzed Cisco up and opened the door, waiting in the door-frame. At least the headphones he wore were custom made, so they glowed in faint green and looked fairly inconspicuous. Not as dorky as he could have looked.

However, he was still very much in an at home outfit and he knew he hadn't slept enough - or at all - and suddenly he felt as if he should have taken a shower and changed.

Damn it.