Hey it's been an eventful two months, all right? She'd had nothing but regrets on her first day, now she has Rush and Greta, potentially the most important people she's ever met, and Satan still hanging his attentions over her head like the sword of fuckin damocles. And her in no position to tell him to piss off. For lots of reasons.

"Yeah, all right," she sighs. She can't deny that his notes have been invaluable, and that she does want to keep that inlet open. At least Gabe's ensured he can't fuckin drop in on her again. "We can have a drink and talk science, like old times."

Oh won't that be a joy.