Alex puts Sam's file out of her thoughts, as best she can, and settles into her usual place across the desk from him. She can see from the cant of his shoulders, he's still not pleased with her for even bringing the subject up. And it doesn't matter, not in this moment, when they have a case before them and an excuse to be here, alone. She's missed this, truth be told.

'Thanks,' she murmurs, taking the drink from his hand, and going back to the task of flipping through the multi-page questionnaire. 'I have to wonder how much you can learn about a person from seeing their answers to all these superficial questions. It seems rather, well, desperate.'