She scoffed but was too polite to do anything but pull down another cup.  "Earl Grey acceptable?" she asked, but she was already measuring the leaves out into the pot.   The temptation to tell her no tugged at his brain, but that would be just pointless antagonism when what he needed to do was make headway with her.  If she'd trust him, even a little, she might open up and tell him something that would make all the pieces fall into place.   If seven too-thin folders were frustrating, living with the only one of her kind and making no progress in understanding how she worked was more so.  