Angela looks around the room, seeing that she's quickly becoming just as unpopular with this crowd as when she first began her training years ago. Why do I do this every time? Why don't I just smile and accept it, because it's not going to change. She levels her gaze briefly on Austin again, then looks to Robert. "Sorry, but I can't help it. It's all the same crap all over again. Maybe I'm overreacting, I don't know. Maybe Austin is just trying to be friendly in his own irritating way. It's just that he has consistently hit precisely the right nerves, even if he doesn't realize it." She looks back at Director Stevens, trying to read his level of irritation and frustration at the tension in the room. "I would completely understand, sir, if you chose to dismiss me from this. Otherwise," she says, turning back to Robert, "I'd like to be a real part of this team. I'd like to be respected, not dismissed because of whatever reason you dream up as a substitution for the real reason, if you get my meaning. If you all prefer, though, I'll just shut up and ride along. I'd rather not talk about this anymore. And yes, Mr. Mendel, you can drive. Obviously, I don't really have any say in the matter. Now shall we go have a look around our new offices, or shall I be leaving?"