"Like me? Oh, they just arrive?" he asked, before rubbing at his cheek and looking down at the desk. "I can't promise that I'm not going to be one of the ones messing around with the space-time holes, though. Like I said, it's not my specialty but when work's dealing with interdimensional travel, time travel, colonizing Mars and, uh, rebuilding Atlantis, you read all the reports and data you can get your hands on." And copy them to Lyla, and then erase any records of you being in those files in the first place. Easy.
"Are all the Sullys like you?" he asked, smiling up at her.