Continuing to write down mathematic notations as they came to him, he watched her work every so often to see how well she was doing. And she was handling things well enough. Had she arrived a few weeks earlier, Tristram was certain she might have snapped at the mess.
"Only if you call me Tristram. That is what my friends call me. I am loathed to hear people I respect or like call me Mr Wells" he admitted. He wondered how she would take hearing that sort of thing. No matter, it had been said now.
"Now, you had something to show me? Do we need more space or will here do?" he asked.