"I'm cautious," she corrects, raising an eyebrow at him. Rude. "I didn't know anything about you when we met. Giving out my real name could have been dangerous."

Anyway, whatever. Rashad's weird. Maybe he was just trying to joke, and failing incredibly hard.

"And hey, don't be down on yourself," she says, managing both to sound both encouraging and indifferent. "Data entry is helpful, probably. Whatever skills you have to offer, right?"

It's just that her skills are more extensive and more exciting.