Wild, the sheer power of deja-vu. Tim can almost swear he's hearing gunshots. That level of distraction, that sort of intrusive whisper, just might actually get someone killed. So Tim sighs something that sounds like a _"Woof." and lets her have her moment as he brings himself back from the bitter grip of Russia.

"Yeah. I guess that makes both of us poor students," he concedes.

"Anyway, have you seen the amount of Things They Don't Teach You In Harvard books out there? This isn't only about book smarts. I'm offering you a chance to hold the leash of some pretty big dogs."

He is so going to pay for calling people that but, y'know, he'll burn that bridge when he gets there.

Tim looks pointedly at the thumb drive. Oh, what he'd do to have two working legs. He looks back at Rae, says, "You know. Before something shows up and eats you."