“Mmm…” you mumble, looking at your watch.
Like a mind reader, Lisa picks up your train of thought. “Don’t worry, Dr. Newsom. You’ve been injured. I can reschedule all these meetings."
“No,” you say firmly, squaring your shoulders. “I just had a scare. I need some good advice. Faulkner must have a plan in place if those protestors come here.”
“I’ll set it up,” Lisa says, “Where do you want to meet?”