Molly shouldered her bag and gave him a fond maternal smile. She liked James. He reminded her a bit of her sons and he had this...childlike essence about him. Perhaps youthful was the right word. "I think to be your boss, I have to be at least as crazy as you are, James. If not more. And what is it they say...justice never sleeps or some such." She began walking towards the floos, in no real hurry, "I'm curious what you're doing here so late. Bucking for a promotion?"