[ She lifts her eyebrows, but doesn't interject. She can see how someone making a lot of requests for resources from him would be a strain. Sort of one of those "Oh, it's you again," deals like back when she was a waitress and the same people were constantly beckoning her over for more drinks, more Sweet 'n Low, another napkin for Little Jimmy because he drew all over his with ketchup. Yeeeeah, it'd be obnoxious. ]

Right. It'll be in good hands. They wouldn't be scouts if they couldn't do all that sneaky stuff well. And you do wanna know what the book's really saying, don't you? I know I'm curious as all get out.