"So you report to him." And he liked that even less. "He's your boss?" Tense, maybe, or at least tense enough that he leaned away from the hand, and then turned on her. "I'll make it. It is fine. I'll at least chop things, I'm not useless." Grumpity grump grump, but he would carefully begin chopping things. "You can continue working if you need to." A little frown. "What will the clinics be for, anyway?"