"They are that difficult, last time I tried to set up a profile I almost threw my notebook off of the balcony." Gil stood and crouched by her chair so that he could spy the pictures as she flipped through them. "Tell you what, I'll print out the one of you and your crew and you can put it up on the bulletin board over there. Your back's turned in it, so I think it'll be okay."
He reached over to change to a picture of her as she reached was at the counter, her face in profile as she fussed with something out of view. "I'll throw out the rest except that one, if you don't mind."