The quiet breath that left her this time as Daryl accepted the marker was not one of frustration but - well, she supposed it was relief. After Fury's warnings about Logan, she wondered if she'd made a mistake choosing Dixon, who was talented but equally strong-minded; Hill seemed to have a knack for picking out people who eschewed leadership. Funny, since she found it so damned aggravating… but maybe she liked doing things in spite of her self. To spite herself.
With an eye on her watch, she noted the time as Dumbledore came back, the small pop equal parts unnerving and appropriate. Part of her felt that if you were going to appear out of thin air, you should at least have the decency to do it with a bit of noise and warning. The other part appreciated the subtlety.
Reaching out a hand to steady the wizard - more out of decorum than real need - Hill offered him a chair, brain chomping through all the new calculations that this setback created. It was still considerably faster than most means of transport and, more importantly, Dumbledore seemed like the reliable type. The counterpoint to Dixon's independent streak. His complement.
"Here Professor." In front of the chair, a table, and on this table she spread out a map, marking off nine locations with the distances between calculated. "Tell me if this is doable."
And while he looked, she accepted back the marker from Dixon with a nod of approval, looking over his marks and her own notes. "You did good, Dixon." Her tone was abrupt, jaw set, like she wasn't the type to give compliments easily (she wasn't). "I think you and the Professor are going to be quite a team."