A shred of impatience filtered across Hill's mouth, lending a hint of emotion somehow incompatible with otherwise no-nonsense face. She knew it was going to be difficult to instruct people with no real training, but part of her believed, honestly, in her gut, that anyone could and would do anything if they were pushed hard enough and in the right way. Hell, here she was, and she'd been one of the worst discipline cases her Drill Instructor had ever seen - or so he liked to say.
"Good." And she handed a sharpie to Dixon. "We have nine scattered bomb sites, probably Mandarin related. Our scientists can't find any trace of fuel at any of them and that means that I need somebody with good gut instincts and a good nose. Somebody who isn't afraid to follow a lead if they get one. I need to know how good you are or this is a waste of both our time. Just mark the ones that are the same, that's all I need you to do."
For Dumbledore, she had a different bit of training left, and shuffled free a picture from the very folder he'd handed her. "This is a park in Chicago, a few states away. I'd like you to go there while I time you."