(Jeff's office)

Kit: Let me do it alone!

Jeff: No.

Kit: I work better that way, you know that! I can take chances I can't take with a partner and-

Jeff: No.

Kit: I can't watch two people's backs, I can barely watch my own!

Jeff: Exactly.

Kit: (deflates) Huh?

Jeff: Tell me, Camille, can you hack into computers? Work out plans with every possible contingency integrated? Make a decent cup of coffee?

Kit: I don't even like coffee.

Jeff: And can you- wait, then why did you steal mine? (Kit smiles and shrugs. Jeff stares at her darkly a moment before continuing.) And can you figure out who the murderer is before the end of the book?

Kit: You know I can't.

Jeff: Well, Terrance can do all these things and more. She excels in your inadequacies just as you make up for some of hers. Now, if you kids can't play nice, then by all means I'll give the job to Shawn and Stephan.

Kit: (bristles) What? Those two jack-offs?! Not a chance! Do you want to lose the leprechaun?

Jeff: (eyes her levelly) They're on the same level as you now.

Kit: (outraged) What? By taking low-level jobs in abundance, no doubt!

Jeff: (sighs wearily) Try not to down-talk other employees where anyone can hear you, Kit.

Kit: Whatever. Fine, I'll go along for now. Another close shave, though, and Terrance comes back here, all right?

Jeff: Don't even start trying to make deals with me. I wouldn't switch partners for Terrance and I won't for you, either.

(Pause)
Kit: She asked?

Jeff: (humorless) Wouldn't you?

Kit: (dryly) Thanks oodles, Jeffy. (leaves)