"You know how we have that contract with Stark?" Sam said, not beating around the bush. He was down to business today. Crossing the short entryway quickly, he moved to a chair in front of Padme's desk and sat down it, then found some space on the desk for the massive stack of papers.
"We've got an assignment. I suppose we have to earn our keep somehow. Some patent law Tony Stark has a question on, back in the 20's."