[ She cocks an eyebrow at Walker, as if she could voice her disagreement in the movement. Her goal was not to leave room for dissent, but to overwhelm him with the inevitability of her actions in such a way that he would have no choice but to accept it.

Walker's cramping her style, being so nice. ]

Tell you what. You need an accounting, someone to be responsible? [ She takes a pad out of her purse, jotting down a note. I, Kanaya Maryam, accept liability for sixteen chairs and three tables, in the green room. After signing it, she hands it to the staffer. ]

If you have a sign-off sheet, you can keep that with it. I'm sure you'll have no trouble spotting me, if your people have any questions for me.