Thirteen. Too many. [ She's technically still working with him. He wouldn't count escorting his anxiety-ridden (schizophrenic?) butt around as a break. Alan scratches the side of his nose with a finger then tilts his head at her. ] I'm authorized to sign off on overtime slips as head of a department. Just so you know.

[ He's watching her with concern now for her well-being. His own in the background. Did she eat? When the hell does she sleep? What chemicals need thirteen hours? Maybe if he plays into not feeling well longer she'll sit down. ]

The most important guy. Hadn't heard that one before in here.