He snorts. Our work. He'll be the judge of that - but he's at least tentatively willing to give her a try. It won't be possible to fob her off on anyone else if it doesn't work out, but he can probably make it miserable enough that she'll ask for a transfer.

And maybe she'll work out. She hasn't been scared off by what she can see of his work; she might be able to hack it.

"Let's test that theory." He reaches for the slides he's been peering at, poking them into a slide projector's carousel. "Hit the lights."