He makes a point of never giving obvious answers, but simply hands her a cheque. It's made out to a very generous amount, which if he recalls correctly originally came from the bank account of a genetic terrorist Barton liquidated last week.
"This should more than compensate you for your trouble," he says, and isn't entirely surprised when she promptly throws it to the ground without looking at it.
(It's not exactly the first time he's seen academics do that, but in his experience they all keep extremely accurate recollections of where they threw it which mainly resurface approximately five minutes after they think he's no longer watching. Porter probably isn't the type for that, he thinks, but it wouldn't surprise him if she were.)
The agents loading the trucks barely even react to Jane's attempt to intervene in their work, avoiding her adroitly and continuing without comment.
"I can't just pick up replacements from RadioShack!" she snaps, the very picture of scientific outrage. "I made most of that equipment myself!"
"Then," he remarks beatifically, "I'm sure you can do it again."
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"This should more than compensate you for your trouble," he says, and isn't entirely surprised when she promptly throws it to the ground without looking at it.
(It's not exactly the first time he's seen academics do that, but in his experience they all keep extremely accurate recollections of where they threw it which mainly resurface approximately five minutes after they think he's no longer watching. Porter probably isn't the type for that, he thinks, but it wouldn't surprise him if she were.)
The agents loading the trucks barely even react to Jane's attempt to intervene in their work, avoiding her adroitly and continuing without comment.
"I can't just pick up replacements from RadioShack!" she snaps, the very picture of scientific outrage. "I made most of that equipment myself!"
"Then," he remarks beatifically, "I'm sure you can do it again."