"Starling, that's correct." She followed Government back to her office, not questioning who the woman spoke to when they entered. She took the empty desk, sitting down, back straight.
"Until a few days ago I was a trainee at Quantico's Behavioral Science Unit," she said without preamble. She placed the manila folder that she'd brought on the desk, opened it, and slid her resume across the desk. She'd gone to the City Library to type it out, after spending a good while fascinated by how computers seemed to have progressed in however long it was between 1989 and now, or in whatever place this was. "I have a background in forensics and spent the last few months of 1988 as an assistant on a fairly high profile case, though I am lacking in practical law enforcement experience." Her West Virginia accent slipped through a bit here, the Rs becoming more pronounced, and she caught herself. "I also have a current counselor's license, for what that's worth here."