Okay, so what does she have you do all day? Stand in some hall giving salutes? [It's not Emma, not his version, not the woman he knew in the past. Neal tells himself that, over and over, but it's not the easiest thing to make stick when he's looking at her.

Now he takes that next step, moving forward again, playing innocent and interested.] Come on. You're smarter than that. You know how to work the system, right?