"Not particularly," Zio admitted lazily as he reached out to accept the notebook. Bending his head slightly, he traced a finger down the column of numbers and calculated the factors in his own head. He wanted to get just the right number - generous enough without being too ostentatious, as little as possible while still being gracious. It was a fine line and one that he had always excelled at in the past. It was just like tithing, really.
Focused as he was, it would have been easy to think he missed Kaminski's shift backwards and discomfort but the faint smile curving the corners of his mouth told otherwise. "So how long have you been working at the center?" he asked as he brought out his checkbook.