"Well, yes," Dinah replied, smiling wryly as she perched on the edge of the nearest chair that wasn't covered with boxes or file folders.  Like many celestials who spent a good deal of time among humans, she sometimes felt like a psychiatrist, or perhaps an anthropologist, eternally fascinated by the many ways in which inner emotion and attitude could have such dramatic outward effects, sometimes in the space of mere moments.  It was, perhaps, a somewhat distant fascination, but it had a very real pull for her nonetheless.<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, at least it looked like this would be a productive day, and she was looking forward to it.  That was one thing that even the most aloof celestial, which Dinah certainly was not, shared with the vast majority of mortals -- a sense of pride and contentment when one was able to look back on a job well done.  Humans might lack the feeling of being part of something much greater than themselves, something celestials basked in, but the underlying emotion was the same.<br/><br/>"I don't have any actual appointments until after lunch, though, so yes, I'm available to help you with all this."  She picked up the nearest sheaf of papers -- an intimidating stack of affadavits -- and looked through them absently.  "Where exactly are we on all this?  I heard that last expert witness you wanted finally agreed to testify for us."