Rolling his eyes, Cam scrolled to the next entry and sighed. "Of course she did," he said dully. "No, I think that's stupid and it's unnecessary extra work for us. Tell her to make her own damn spreadsheet," he added, looking up at her finally. "You're making the spreadsheet to catalog the population and what skills they have to offer, right? Being a good fuck doesn't put a roof over anybody's head or food in anyone's stomach; it's irrelevant to the project you're working on." His tone softened, but he still looked annoyed. He didn't like Malia. He was pretty sure Malia didn't like him. And that was just fine with Cam.