"If you could find a way to handle Dredd, that would be great." She leans back in her seat and reaches up to massage her temples. "Other than that, I think we're doing pretty good."

Still, after a quiet moment of reflection she's able to find a handful of small chores to give to York that'll move things along a little better when they arrive. It really is gruntwork, but she smiles at him - an actual genuine smile, and not one of her business pleasantries.

"Thank you, Taylor."

She appreciates competent people, even if some of that came from a weird little computer brain person.