The corner of Hollynn's mouth quirked, lips pulling in to some semblance of a human expression. This was her assistant? Slowly she sat back, threading her fingers together over her stomach, studying the other woman for a space of seconds. Don't judge a book by it's cover. She reminded herself, crossing her legs.
Eyes returned to the notes on the desk in front of her, making sure she'd written down the formula, and she'd taken blood samples. All that was needed was indeed, truly, disposal. Her gaze rose again and one hand rose again, a sweeping gesture was made towards the subject.
"Do what you wish with it." She replied before sitting forward, picking up her pen and sifting through the work she actually had to do and what she could ignore for a few more weeks before it became pressing.
This may very well prove to be amusing, if not she'd be killing the next person that suggested she needed an assistant. She didn't even like the idea in the first place. Ah well, such was her job.