A short, barked laugh erupted out of her before she could quite stop herself; the tension of all of this, from the meeting in her apartment building hallway up to this current moment, piled on top of the stresses from the station earlier in the day, had her wound so tight that she couldn't stop that high sound erupting from her lips at his fathomless, seemingly genuine and oddly innocent offer.<br/><br/>"I don't think so - I'm pretty sure that a crayoned sheet of stick figures with names and titles is as likely to be just as offensive as me tripping up. And if they're as inflexible and sensitive as you say, my ass is toast the first five minutes I have to interact with anybody in there." Tearing her gaze away from his impenetrable goggles, she let her head roll back until it thudded gently against the cold side of the van, and she lifted her hands to dig the heels of them tiredly at her eyes.<br/><br/>"Jesus. Somebody's going to tear my head off in there," she muttered with a sigh. "Or eat me. Or something. ...fuck."