"Maybe you can write it down somewhere, but that's not going to do you very well in a crises." He picked up his tea like he was going to drink it, then seemed to change his mind and lower it to turn a page. "This is all ridiculous."

He hummed at her not liking being told what to do. Another rebel without a cause. Who did like being told what to do? But sometimes that had to happen. She was old enough--or looked old enough so that she should be used to it, but then again, maybe she was usually outside the system. He didn't envy whomever she had to work with, if anyone.

"Yes, well the boring shit can form the blocks of the interesting shit. If you don't want to be shit you might want to apply yourself."