If that wasn't so smug, it might have been endearing how insistent he was that he could be useful. Like a toddler sure that he could dress himself competently. Bobbi kept her slitted watch on him, considering good busy work projects for an egotistical toddler and wondering what the hell she did every day that she could thank Hammer's robots for. He probably had something to do with how shitty her car was.
"I could use more samples," she came up with, plucking a plastic vial from the table and shaking up its diminishing contents. Who better than to hold down Mrs. Hammer than this guy? "If that's all right with you," Bobbi said, though she guessed Justin had never been listed as anyone's POA and wasn't going to listen if he said 'no'. That was only going to be in his best interest.