Noah laughed at her comment about the Pennington. "It does look like a bank, at that," he agreed.
Nate had left a few My Name Is stickers on the table, so Noah pulled one toward him, found a pen, and wrote Bannerjee's email and phone. After a few seconds' deliberation, he wrote his own, and then pushed it toward her.
"I think racquetball is like squash, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm a newbie to the game, which pretty much means Bannerjee wipes the court with me. But that's not going to last long, I promise. There's lots of gyms and courts around the city, but we just use the university ones. Easy to book times, if you're not too fussy about early or late ones. Their pool is great here--all gym facilities are available free for faculty, so I do tend to take advantage of them. It's a nice perk."
He hadn't asked about her cousin, but she volunteered the information readily. The Adjustment Center. Well now, that was interesting, though not favorably so. He had no love for it or anything to do with the pairing law, but she wasn't involved with that, so he wouldn't tar her with the same brush.
"And I sincerely doubt that you've ever been even remotely clueless about anything, Dr. Verma," he said with a smile. "Most mathematicians I know have very sharp, logical minds. Unlike we soft science folks."