"Not now, babysitter," you remark with a smirk. You hold her gaze for a beat, then look away, letting the silence stretch between you. No need to fill it. "It’s nothing," you say eventually. The words sound more like a dismissal than an answer. Elizabeth studies you, weighing whether to push. Then, slowly, she nods. "Alright," she says, though her tone makes it clear: *she doesn’t believe you.* She offers a faint smile, but her eyes linger, searching. Your phone lights up. Dane’s message is short: *"Tick tock."* [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Return to Work|Return to work]] She makes a small attempt, something about work, something about a call from earlier, but it does not carry, and eventually she lets it go entirely. You sit across from her, aware of the space that has formed where something else could have been. She gathers her things without urgency. “I’ll see you upstairs,” she says giving you one last look. You nod. She leaves you there, the noise of the café returning to fill the space she occupied. You open the laptop again. It gives you somewhere else to look. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Return to Work|Return to work]]