He was getting touchy about the nicknames and Bobbi pouted innocently like she had no idea what the problem could be and was just trying to get some work done. It was just a little fun, no need to be a grump, he'd laugh about it later. Obviously, whatever was on his screen was absolutely ruining his sense of humour, and Bobbi had to do something about that. "Let's see," she invited, bouncing up from her chair and rounding the desk before the Director could grump about it some more. Obviously, this wasn't above-her-paygrade-classified or he wouldn't be making such a song and dance about it.
"Ooh, the big guns," she noted at the sight of the official seals, leaning over the back of the Director's seat with her arms folded behind his head and tablet against her chest. No wonder he was so peevish, how awful it must have been to be reminded he wasn't the biggest dick in the room. "How do you get a job up there? Would you write me a letter of recommendation?"