"Nah, you're fine, Oscar," Danny tried to reassure him. Although, she noted with some amusement, his thoughts were reaching that fuzzy, disjointed state. Fuzzy, disjointed, and weirdly detailed... Something about the late crectaceous period, whatever that was. Danny searched Oscar's mind for a clue, her own recollection of middle school science fuzzy at best.
Oh, right, dinosaurs. Tyrannosaurs and stegosaurus mired in tar. She blinked at Ossie, bemused.
"It's just one of those professional certifications the department likes people to have," she said dismissively. "But thanks! Don't you have to pass, like, autopsy exams or something?"