"Mary, come on. Come with me." Maxwell's desk was along the row of its fellows at the Inquisitory. Mary's was near the door, even though she'd been pushed back a little, no longer serving entirely in a secretarial role. She's had just as many successes as setbacks over the last half a year. Success was rewarded. Setbacks were punished. It was a meritocratic place, the Inquisitory.
Therefore, the bespectacled young man was technically her superior. "No one likes a whiner, Maxwell." She put her nose up and tried to look down at him, particularly hard since she was sitting and he was standing
His inhale was sharp and intense. "And no one likes a snooty farmgirl who isn't any help, Mary Ford!"
The inhale was matched by a gasp that was just as forceful. "You take that back right this instant!"
"Come with me, then. Prove me wrong." Perhaps his gambit would work better if he wasn't grinning wide upon saying it.
She crossed her arms and shook her head. "I will not. I've nothing to proof. The Burden of Proof is yours." She pulled a finger out pointing at him dramatically.
That caused his eyes to cross as it was rather close to his face. "Urm. How?"
Mary tried ever so hard, she really did. She read her books, even if it took her a bit longer to get through them than some others. She had worldly discussions. She used big terms. Sometimes, she got them wrong, and when Maxwell took on that tone, she knew she'd made a misstep. "Wh..what?" She bit at her lip nervously.
"The burden of proof," his nasally voice rang out, "was put upon you when I made the claim you're not useful because you wouldn't come with me. Now you have to come with me or else I'm proven correct."
Her eyes narrowed as she thought through it. "Oh... oh drat! Fine. Just because you annoyed the Governor again, I don't see why I have to tag along. You're just a big scardey cat ever since Catch gobbled up your brain." She flayed her fingers out and wiggled them speaking with a spooky ghost. "Chairwoman Kaczmarek has maggooooots.. Ooooh. There are spiders in the..."
"Stopit! Stopit! Stopit! Don't talk about the spiders." Maxwell stomped. "Don't you make light of that. I can't help it if Agnieszka has worms!" He hissed and squirmed nervously. "Let's just go."
She stood up with a shrug, satisfied by his little outburst. "Fine and fine and fine. We'll go. I want to find out about this Phlynn character anyway. But whatever we find out I get half the credit, fair and square." She clapped him on the shoulder, almost knocking him over.
Maxwell jumped, prompting another snort from Mary. Then he started on towards the door, fuming. "He's been seen interfering with the flora around the Broken Dagger. We'll find our clues there. Come along."
Behind his back, Mary would follow, mimicking the words 'come along' silently with a back and forth wobble as her head once she was sure he couldn't see what she was doing.
The door to the Inquistory shut behind them.