Dutch smiled a little bit. “Well, I didn’t think you used it on people who’ve pissed you off. It was a bit of a dumb question. Everyone takes their work home with them at some point, I suppose.” She’d been accused of doing so on more than one occasion. Nikki had said that the thing that drove the two of them apart had been Dutch’s laptop, something that Dutch fervently denied.

She jabbed at the button for her floor on the panel of buttons inside the elevator. “I’m not keeping you too long, am I?” Dutch paused for a millisecond. “Do you have somewhere to be after you finish up with me?” Watching him carefully, she cracked a small smile. She was not so subtly putting out feelers to see if he was busy later on.