[Her lips stretched into a smile at his apparent concern.] I see what you're saying, but I'm afraid my personal ambitions are much smaller. I only want to stay out of the way, contribute where I can.

... Apply to national labs if I get too frustrated. [Her eyes slanted to the side at some private thought.] I'm not sure what reputation your Dr. Ross had, [or how a million to one "accident" could have occurred repeatedly across universes,] but I've made all the waves I care to in one life. There are worse things than being a misallocated resource.

[A little coy here, but that's what came with assuming he'd met the Betty of his world, and not several versions, displaced and possibly less reticent about what was still some of the most classified and personal work of her life. Thanks a lot, past self.]