No, she wasn't amused because to her, that was the moment where she had to decide. And she certainly wasn't impressed that his stupid sunglasses hadn't been able to pick up printed numbers. Her jaw worked as he sat back, the silence killing her. "Two months after," she corrected him, "Nardole is missing and it for all intents and purposes, it really looks like you're helping the Monks spread their propaganda. They changed everyone's memories and you're their face. I don't believe you're helping them but they make it really hard to think."
And now for the other part. Bill pulled her legs into the chair, knees to her chest, "Your friend says the psychic link is hereditary. The bloodline has to end." She lifted her eyes from her glass to watch his expression.