It felt weird, towering over someone who was seated, but Heather didn't seem to mind his looming. The few drops of ink which had made it to the floor behaved like water colors and became a hearty gray swatch when he pushed the mop through them. He scrubbed the evidence away as efficiently as he could.

"I've been working with them for a couple of months. It's been good." He tried to think of a less generic reassurance, but couldn't think of a good middle ground between under and over selling the intermittent chaos that was working for the Foundation. "What kind of position did you get assigned? --If you don't mind me asking, of course."