Diana expresses her displeasure about the intern.

Diana has followed Steve into his inner office, leaving the pretty intern by herself in the outer office -- Diana's former office.

Steve sits at his desk. "So," he says as he starts spreading the XYZ files in front of him....

"So. Intern." Diana plops her butt down in the other chair. She's obviously miffed.

Steve looks up. "Yes. Intern."

"I thought you moved me to that 'new and improved' office down the hall because you needed to expand your space or add equipment or whatever."

"Uh, yes, well, um... that was the original idea.... Well you know how it is, Diana, sometimes these decisions just come down from upstairs. I don't exactly remember who decided...."

"Okay, Steve. Fine."

Steve looks at the ceiling.

"Anyway," Diana continues, "your Miss Enfield..."

"Etfield."

"... okay, Etfield, whatever. She's certainly very... pretty."

"Um, yes, I guess you could..."

"Right. A little on the young side. Can she type?"

Steve pauses, raises his eyebrows. "Can she type. Uh, Diana," he says delicately, "Miss Etfield has a master's degree in criminology, and is doing this internship as part of a doctoral program in international law."

There's a silence.

Diana has a blank look on her face. She feels like an idiot.

"I see," she finally says.

Steve waits to see if Diana will say anything else.

"Um... sorry about that, Steve." Diana feels like a turd. "I, uh, I guess I should think before I blurt stuff out."

"Oh, it's okay, Diana. I understand."

Diana looks at him, hurt. "What do you mean, you understand??"

"Well, I mean, it doesn't matter...." He nervously starts pulling papers from among the XYZ files. "So," he says, clearing his throat, "here's the thing with this case...."

Steve proceeds to talk about the XYZ case, making notes and referring to different pages, but Diana isn't listening. 'Hmph,' she thinks to herself, 'younger, prettier and smarter. Guess it makes sense to ship me off down the hall. Maybe I'm lucky he didn't assign me a broom closet.'

"... and so here's what I think we ought to do right now," Steve sums up. "I need you to go get a visual on that address I gave you. Just scope it out from the outside for now, see what activity you see."

"Oh, okay, right," Diana stutters, wishing she'd paid attention. "Now, which address was that?"

Steve raises his eyebrows again. "I only gave you one address. That warehouse."

"Oh, of course."

"Did you write it down?"

Diana quickly grabs her pen and pad. "What was it again?"